The Faded Frequency

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The ink on the page is still wet, smelling faintly of iron and old blood, as you sit in the high-backed chair that once belonged to the Chancellor. The room is vast and cold, a cathedral of power built for men who believed they were gods, but now it holds only you, a broken thing in a uniform that no longer fits. You are writing to your brother, Thomas, who is back in the mill town, his hands...

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