The Faded Frontier

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The parlor floor groaned. It was a low, wet sound, like a man dragging his boots through mud. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, the deed to the house clutched in his sweating palm. The paper was yellowed, the ink faded, but the weight of it was heavy in his hand. He looked at the walls. They were weeping. A thick, rust-colored sap oozed from the plaster, dripping onto the rotting...

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