The Faded Frontier
The saltwater does not taste like the ocean. It tastes like rust. It pools in the corners of the basement, black and viscous, defying the gradient of the floor. You are Mara, thirty-two, a structural engineer who has spent five years trying to keep this house from swallowing itself. You want to stabilize the foundation before the winter storms arrive. The house breathes. The walls bleed. It is...
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