The Faded Frequency

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The rain against the windowpane is not a sound but a presence, a heavy, wet finger pressing against the glass that separates the warmth of the hearth from the cold, industrial throat of the city, and you sit in the armchair with the brass instrument resting in your lap, its cold metal biting into your palms, a weight that feels less like a tool and more like a tumor growing within your flesh,...

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