The Faded Frontier

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The shard of porcelain was cold in my palm, a jagged white tooth pulled from the wet dark of the foundation pit. I held it up to the halogen work light, the beam cutting through the mist that hung over the site. The ceramic was cracked, a hairline fracture running through its center, and when I pressed my thumb against the edge, a high, thin note hummed in the bone of my hand. It was not a...

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