The Faded Frontier

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The ledger lay open on the table, its pages swollen with the damp that had crept in through the cracks in the foundation, and I counted the coins in the tin by the window, three shillings and sixpence, enough for a loaf of bread and a candle, but not enough to repair the roof or the silence that had settled over the house like a heavy, wet wool blanket that would not dry no matter how much I...

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