The Faded Frontier

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In the dream, the property line did not exist. It was a smear of brown mud, dissolving into the creek bed, erasing the boundary between Mara’s land and the neighbor’s. She woke with the taste of silt in her mouth, the sheets tangled around her legs like root systems. The clock read four in the morning. She did not go back to sleep. She wanted the deed. She needed the ink to be dry, the seal to...

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