The Faded Frontier

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The letter from the Ministry of Railways lay on the kitchen table, its paper thin and grey, smelling of stale tobacco and bureaucratic indifference. I held the pen in my right hand, the one that had begun to tremble since the Ledger arrived. My left hand rested on the edge of the table, pressing down, as if I could anchor myself to the wood, to the floor, to the solid, indifferent earth. The...

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