The Faded Frontier

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The iron gate of the estate did not creak when it opened, which was the first wrongness you noticed, a silence that felt heavier than the morning mist clinging to the wet cobblestones. You stood there, your uniform immaculate, the brass buttons of your sergeant’s jacket catching the pale, industrial dawn, while the smell of coal smoke and damp earth rose from the cracks in the pavement. It was...

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