The Faded Frontier

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was thick and cold. The city slept. Or so it seemed. The air was heavy, wet with a fog that did not belong to the earth. It smelled of old paper and dried blood. I knew what it was. I had always known. My name is Thomas. I am a keeper of the line. The line is not a road. It is not a wall. It is a seam. A place where the world folds in on itself. It...

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