The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 18:23:37 -

The train was late again, shuddering along the tracks like a sick animal, and I sat in the corner with my hands folded in my lap, watching the rain streak the glass until the world outside became a blur of gray and green. I was a man who had spent thirty years enforcing the rules, a badge worn so long it had become part of the skin, yet here I was, riding into the city with nothing but a letter...

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