The Faded Frontier

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The clock in the hall had stopped. It had not stopped out of fear, but out of a sudden, violent exhaustion. The second hand hung suspended at the four, a rusted needle pinned to the face of time. I remembered the day it died. I remembered the shelling. The glass did not break; it shattered inward, turning the afternoon light into a thousand sharp, bright knives. We were in the manor house, the...

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