The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, silent dust that coated the windows of the clinic in Oakhaven, blurring the line between the sterile white of the walls and the wet, breathing earth outside. Margaret Holloway stood by the sink, her hands submerged in water that was no longer cold, scrubbing at a stain that wasn’t there. She was a creature of routine, a woman who found safety...
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