The Faded Frontier

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The bus smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. Elias sat in the back row, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that never seemed to stop trembling. Outside the window, the city of Oakhaven blurred into a smear of gray rain and neon. He was leaving. He was leaving the clinic, the white coats, the fluorescent hum, and the man who called him a patient rather...

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