The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The border was not a line of ink drawn on a map, but a physical thing, a membrane of grey fog that stretched endlessly across the plain where the sky had forgotten how to be blue. I stood on the edge of my childhood, where the grass grew in rigid, glass-like blades that chimed softly when the wind moved through them, and I watched the man who had been my best friend for thirty years walk away...

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