The Faded Frequency

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The dream was not of darkness, but of a suffocating, velvet red, the color of old wine and dried blood, pooling in the corners of a room that smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Margaret Holloway woke with the taste of iron on her tongue, her fingers twitching as if she were still gripping the hilt of a sword she had not held in forty years, the sheets twisted around her...

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