The Faded Frequency
The tower did not stand so much as it exhaled. It was a column of black basalt rising from the center of the city, a needle of obsidian piercing the low, bruised sky of the mid-century. To the untrained eye, it was merely architecture, a testament to the civic pride of a city that had long since forgotten the price of its foundations. But to Silas Thorne, the senior archivist and keeper of the...
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