The Faded Chronicle

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Ilena Brandt stood in the rain, watching the border wall crumble into the mud, knowing that the only thing heavier than the wet earth beneath her boots was the silence in her chest. She had wanted a transfer to the administrative office, a desk with dry paper and a view that did not include the encroaching grey, so she could sit by her mother’s bed and hold the hand that trembled with the palsy...

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