The Faded Frontier
The boundary between the private and the public had always been a permeable membrane in the city of Ostriv, a place where the architecture was less about shelter and more about the containment of silence, and it was on a Tuesday morning that the membrane finally ruptured, not with a bang, but with the quiet, technical precision of a fracture in tempered glass. Margaret Holloway stood before the...
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