The Faded Frontier

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Halloway, he called it, a sharp bark that cut through the dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon light, and I looked up from the crate of shattered blue-and-white porcelain to find my superior standing in the doorway, his face a mask of bureaucratic disapproval, his hand resting on the heavy oak door as if to seal the room against the intrusion of my grief. I am Arthur, a clerk of...

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