The Faded Frequency

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The bell hangs low. It is iron. It is cold. You touch it. Your skin sticks. The chain creaks. It sounds like a bone breaking. You are old. Your hands are dry. They shake. Not from fear. From the weight. The weight of years. The weight of the King. The weight of the silence. You stand in the throne room. The floor is stone. It is black. It is polished. You see your face. It is a stranger’s...

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