The Faded Frontier

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The basement of the Whitmore estate did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place buried beneath the weight of a century, but rather of ozone and wet copper, a scent that clung to the back of twelve-year-old Julian’s throat like a physical obstruction, a metallic tang that tasted of impending violence and the sterile cold of deep earth. He sat in the center of the room, surrounded by...

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