The Faded Frequency

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The letter lies on the desk, the ink still wet and trembling in the air like a spider’s web caught in a draft, and I am sitting in the quietest room of the institution, the one that smells of cold tea and old paper, waiting for the silence to break, though I know it will not, because the silence is the thing I have built my life around, the silence that sits on my shoulders like a heavy coat...

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