The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-18 09:43:49 -

The rain did not stop. It only changed pitch. A low, constant drone. I sat in the chair by the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged it. I wiped the mist away. The view was gray. The trees were bare. They stood still. They did not move. I moved. I am the only thing that moves. My name is Elias. I am a lieutenant. Or I was. The rank is a ghost. The uniform is folded. It sits in the box. I...

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