The Faded Frequency

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The letter lies upon the desk, its ink still wet, a dark stain spreading like a bruise against the parchment. You are writing this to no one in particular, or perhaps to everyone who has ever looked at you and seen a stranger, though you suspect that no one will read it. It is the third night of the siege, or perhaps the fourth, for time has lost its rigid architecture in the city of Oakhaven,...

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