The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-18 14:56:38 -

I wrote this letter by the light of a candle that had burned down to a stub, its wax pooling on the stone floor like a frozen tear, while the wind outside screamed through the narrow slits of my prison cell, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. I am Margaret, and though the name may mean nothing to the world beyond these ancient, moss-eaten walls, it is the only...

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