The Faded Frequency
The radio hummed. It was a low, electric buzz, the sound of static given a physical body. Elias sat on the edge of his cot in the white room, his fingers wrapped tightly around the device. It was not a standard issue. It was a jury-rigged thing, copper wire and old glass, held together by tape and desperation. He had built it in the cellar before the transfer, back when the air still tasted of...
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