The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall of the High Court stood empty now, save for the dust that settled in the beams of moonlight. It had been a feast of silence. The tables, long and black as obsidian, stretched toward the vaulted ceiling where the ancient frescoes peeled away from the stone. They were not paintings. They were memories. And they were fading. Elias Vance sat at the head of the table. He wore the...

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