The Faded Frequency

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The feast was held in the hollow. It was a great stone circle, ancient and mossy. The air smelled of wet earth and burning fat. We sat on the ground. I sat on a flat rock. My sword lay across my knees. It was cold steel. My brother, Thomas, sat opposite me. He wore a white tunic. It was stained with blood. Not his. It was red and bright. He smiled at me. The smile did not reach his eyes. "Eat,"...

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