The Faded Frontier

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Marcel Girard stood at the edge of the flooded field, the water black and still against the terraced stone, watching the ripples spread where the mill wheel turned its slow, grinding arc. He was forty-two, a botanist by trade and a husband by failing habit, and his hands were already shaking from the cold that seeped up through his boots. The village of Saint-Clair lay below him, a patchwork of...

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