The Faded Frequency

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The flood took the bridge. It took the road. It took the world as we knew it. Marek stood on the hill. He watched the water. The water was brown. It was thick with silt and rot. The town below was a skeleton. Trees hung from the branches of the river like dead fingers. Marek was a police officer. He wore a uniform. It was wet. It smelled of mildew and fear. He held a radio. He held it tight....

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