The Faded Frequency

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The wind did not howl. It whispered. It whispered through the iron bars of the tower, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. Margaret stood before the mirror. The glass was dark. It was always dark here, deep in the Keep of Ashworth Castle, where the air tasted of damp wool and old iron. She adjusted the collar of her tunic. It was white. It was stiff. It smelled of lye and sorrow. "Is...

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