The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-25 06:19:32 -

I have been waiting for the water to rise since the light turned the color of old bruised fruit, looking back at the mud where the line was drawn, and I remember the weight of the baton in my hand not as a tool of authority but as a piece of wood that had cost me my soul, three years prior to this moment, when the river was still a rumor in the hills and the chawl doors were still closed...

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