The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 09:01:02 -

The rain in Chicago does not wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker, turning the city into a mirror of wet, reflective nothingness. I stood on the corner of Wacker Drive, my coat soaked through, watching the streetlights bleed into the puddles. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold, though it was November and the wind cut like a blade. They were shaking because of the taste in my...

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