The Faded Frontier

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The sky broke open. Not with thunder. Not with rain. It split like a ripe peach, oozing a thick, amber light that smelled of copper and old blood. Margaret stood on the porch of the farmhouse. The wood under her bare feet felt cold. Then it felt hot. Then it felt like nothing at all. She looked at her hands. They were trembling. "Margaret." The voice came from everywhere. It did not come from...

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