The Faded Frontier
The rearview mirror in the patrol car was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures that turned my face into a mosaic of aging flesh. I was forty-two, but the glass showed me a man of sixty, the skin around my eyes like crumpled parchment. The rule was simple, a curse etched into the soul of the warden: a year of life for every lie told. I had told many lies to keep the peace, to keep the border, to...
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