The Faded Frontier

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"You’ll lose it, Tom." The voice was thin. It came from behind the mahogany desk. It did not raise. It did not need to. Tom kept his eyes on the floor. The carpet was green. It was old. The pile was worn thin near the door. He looked at the scuff marks. He looked at the dust. He did not look at Mr. Halloway. "It’s a family heirloom," Tom said. His voice sounded small in the high ceiling. "It is...

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