The Faded Frontier

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The timber was wrong. That was the first thing Mildred Calloway noticed, standing in the rotting dark of the old customs house, her flashlight beam cutting a pale wedge through the dust. The beams overhead were not wood. They were dense, organic, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat that hummed against her fingertips like a fever. She pressed her ear to the main support. It throbbed. A slow, wet...

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