The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell in sheets against the corrugated tin roof of the old border station, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to drown out the silence of the frozen fields beyond. I stood in the center of the room, the floorboards groaning under the weight of my stillness, clutching the leather-bound ledger to my chest as if it were a shield against the cold. The air smelled of wet wool and...

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