The Faded Frequency
The letter was found in the lining of a coat that no longer fit its owner, a garment of heavy wool that smelled of damp stone and old rain. It was written on parchment that had yellowed to the color of weak tea, the ink a faded violet, smeared in places where a thumb had pressed too hard in haste or fear. I am the scribe who found it, though I was merely a clerk in the Grand Archive of the...
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