The Faded Frontier

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The iron key was cold in my hand, colder than the air in the cell, a small, heavy thing that felt less like metal and more like a piece of the earth’s own bone. I held it until the metal bit into my palm, a sharp, biting pain that grounded me in the immediate, physical reality of the jail, where the stone walls wept a thin, constant film of condensation that smelled of rust and old sweat. It...

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