The Faded Frontier

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I woke in a dream of salt. The air tasted of brine and old iron. I was standing in a field that stretched out to a horizon that did not exist. The sky was the color of a bruised plum. I knew I was not there. I knew I was in my bed. But the salt was on my tongue. It was real. It was heavy. I blinked. The dream dissolved. The room was dark. The walls were white. I stood up. My legs felt like...

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