The Faded Frontier

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the gravel path to Blackwood Asylum into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and I counted the steps from the gate to the main entrance, one thousand and forty-two, just as I counted the coins in my pocket, just as I counted the years since I had last seen my brother’s face, for in the end, all things were subject...

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