The Faded Frontier

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The dream was wet. It smelled of iron and rot. Marek stood in the mud. His boots were stuck. Deep. So deep. He looked down. The earth held his feet. It would not let go. He tried to pull. The mud clung. Like a lover. Like a ghost. He remembered his wife. Elena. Her hands. Soft. Always soft. They had touched his face. In the dark. In the room. Before the call. Before the war. Before the end. He...

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