The Faded Frontier

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The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turns the dirt road behind the house into a brown slurry, and you are standing at the window watching the water streak down the glass, blurring the world outside until it looks like a painting left out in the wet. You are twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen, though the numbers have lost their meaning in the long, gray stretch...

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