The Faded Frontier
The radio on the counter had been silent for three days, its static replaced by a heavy, suffocating hum that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth rather than heard with his ears. He stood in the center of the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under the weight of the draft that slipped through the rotting window frames, holding a mirror that had belonged to his father before it had belonged to anyone...
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