The Faded Frontier

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The shard was cold in Elara’s palm, a sliver of blue-and-white porcelain no larger than a thumbnail. It had come from the garden, from the lip of a bowl that had been whole for thirty years, and now it cut into her skin where she held it, a small, sharp reminder that things break. Outside, the November light fell at a low, slanting angle, turning the dust motes in the hallway into suspended...

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