The Faded Frontier

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The moss ate the stone. I watched it creep. Inch by inch. Green velvet over grey granite. It was a slow thing. A quiet thing. We did not speak of it. We spoke of the harvest. We spoke of the rain. We did not speak of the name on the door. My name was Elias. I said it to the mirror. I said it to the wind. I said it to the roots of the oak tree that held up my roof. I was a man of the border. I...

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