The Faded Frontier

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The stitches in the left sleeve had come loose, and Elias counted them with a numb thumb, twenty-three threads of coarse brown wool hanging like dead grass. It was a count that mattered, for the pension ledger required an inventory of the uniform’s wear and tear, a bureaucratic ritual that had become the only anchor in a town where the ground shifted beneath your boots like the deck of a...

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