The Faded Frequency

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The candle gutters. The wax pools like a frozen lake. Brother Thomas sits alone in the scriptorium. The night is cold. The wind howls against the shutters. He is copying the Psalms. His hand is steady. His mind is not. He thinks of his sister, Eleanor. She is dead. She has been dead for three years. But her voice is still here. It hums in the hollows of his chest. It is a low, mournful note. It...

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