The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One Did you hear the fog come in, or did it just decide to stay? I ask because I was counting the lead type in the case, my fingers stained black, when the air turned gray. It happened at the canning factory, right between the shift change and the whistle. Three seconds. The kettle in the break room stopped whistling. The rain on the tin roof froze mid-drop. In that gray breath, I heard...

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