The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-16 15:13:02 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood at the edge of the glass floor, looking down into the gray void where the city used to be. Above me, the sky was a bruise of purple and black, swollen with storms that refused to break. They just hung there. Waiting. "Are you still watching it?" The voice came from behind me. It was soft. Dry. Like leaves skittering across pavement. I did not turn. I...

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