The Faded Frequency

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The dream had teeth. It tasted of iron and ozone. I stood in a corridor of polished obsidian, the air thick with the hum of unseen engines. Before me lay a single object. A brass pocket watch. Its face was shattered. The glass did not lie flat. It jutted out in jagged shards, catching the dim light like frozen lightning. I reached for it. My fingers brushed the cold metal. The dream dissolved....

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