The Faded Frequency
The letters were written on the back of discarded utility bills, the paper thin and brittle as old skin, smelling faintly of the industrial chemical that replaced the ink when the printer jammed, a scent that Margaret Holloway had come to associate with the specific, grinding texture of her own failing health and the quiet, relentless erosion of the world she had once believed was permanent....
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