The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-17 14:00:01 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the castle courtyard into a mirror of the bruised sky above. Within the high, vaulted chamber of the East Wing, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone, tallow, and the metallic tang of fear. Sir Julian Thorne sat at the heavy oak table, his hands resting flat on the wood, knuckles white, as if he were trying...

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