The Faded Frontier

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Maria’s boots crunched on the dead leaves, a sound that swallowed the low, eternal reversing of the lorry in the distance. She was moving, hands busy with the strap of her satchel, the weight of the bet book of the defunct club pressing against her hip like a stone in a pocket. The wind off the plateau was cold, carrying the thaw smell of earth and diesel, and it cut through the wool of her...

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