The Faded Frontier

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"Look at it, Arthur. Do you see the stain?" The voice was low, a rasp of gravel on silk. I did not look up. My eyes were fixed on the cuff of my shirt, the white cotton now the color of dried blood. I had been scrubbing it for an hour. The water ran red, then pink, then clear, but the mark remained. It was a small, dark crescent, like a moon waning in a void. "You are a scholar," the man said....

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