The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-17 14:51:23 -

The rain tapped against the glass like a code I could no longer decode. I wrote the date in the margin of my ledger, the ink bleeding into the paper, a dark stain spreading like a bruise under the skin. Outside, the fog rolled in from the river, thick and gray, swallowing the streetlamps one by one. It was the third day of my sentence, or perhaps the third day of my silence. I cannot remember....

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