The Faded Frontier

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The wet clay was drying in my knuckles, cracking into fissures that mirrored the hairline fractures I had spent the last decade monitoring in Oakhaven’s municipal infrastructure. I woke with the taste of silt in my mouth, the forty-two-year-old weight of a structural engineer settling onto my bones before the alarm had even finished its digital chirp. Outside, the November wind was stripping...

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