The Faded Frequency
The rain hit the pavement in sharp, staccato bursts. Marcus did not look up. He was fighting the silence inside his own skull, a battle he had been waging for three years, ever since the diagnosis. It was not a disease of the body, not exactly. It was a glitch in the software of his mind. A curse of knowledge. He knew how the city was built, not just the streets and the skyscrapers, but the...
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