The Faded Frontier

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The weight of the silver belt buckle was exactly four ounces and two grains, a fact I had verified on the magistrate’s brass scale three times before the man dismissed me, the metal cold and gritty against my palm, the tarnish rubbing off onto my skin like rust. I stood in the ruins of my father’s homestead, the air thick with the acrid taste of ash and the lingering, sweet rot of charred...

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