The Faded Frontier

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My left hand was fused to the iron table by a creeping, crystalline growth. I pressed my weight against it, trying to tear the flesh free, but the bond held. The Salt Archive smelled of wet chalk and old copper, a scent that stuck to the back of the throat. I was forty-two years old, and I had been here for six days. The crystal pulsed, a cold rhythm that matched the tick of the gas meter in...

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