The Faded Frontier

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The banquet was a grotesque affair, held in the town hall with the windows boarded against the November wind, the air thick with the smell of roasting mutton and the metallic tang of the river mud that clung to our boots. I sat at the end of the long oak table, my hands wrapped around a mug of whiskey that did nothing to warm the peeling skin of my palms, watching Mayor Halloway carve a joint...

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