The Faded Frequency
The bell rang at dawn. I woke before the second toll. My hands were shaking. I looked at the cage. The sparrow was gone. It was not a bird. It was a thing of wire and bone. It had been there for ten years. It had been there since I was a boy. It has always been there. I sat up. The sheets were cold. The room was dark. The light from the window was grey. I felt the weight of the day. I felt the...
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