The Faded Frequency

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The tower was dark. I sat in the chair by the window, the glass cold against my cheek. Outside, the mist swallowed the village whole. It had been three days. Three days since the last bell rang. Three days since Silas stopped speaking. "You're doing it again, Thomas," I said. My voice sounded strange in the small room. Dry. Like paper tearing. Silas did not turn. He faced the wall. His back was...

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