The Faded Frontier

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The salt flats stretched out like a broken plate of white glass, blinding under a sun that felt less like heat and more like a physical weight pressing against my skull. I was twelve years old, and my boots crunched against the crystalline crust as I followed Silas, my mentor, my father in all but blood. He walked ahead of me, his back hunched, his breath a wet, rattling sound that echoed in...

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