The Faded Frequency

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The ice broke not with a crack but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of white mist that swallowed the horizon and the sky in equal measure. It was the winter of 1342, a season that felt less like a time of year and more like a judgment, stretching across the frozen moors of the Scottish Highlands with a patience that bordered on malice. Sir Aldric Vane sat in the center of his small, overturned...

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