The Faded Frequency

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper that smelled of damp earth and old smoke. Margaret stood at the window of the manor house, watching the rain streak down the glass. Her hands trembled. She knew the seal before she broke it. It was the crest of the Holloway family, a falcon with spread wings, now tarnished and dull. Inside, a single sheet of heavy cream paper. The...

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