The Faded Frequency

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The heavy velvet curtain, which had once been the deep, bruised purple of a dying plum, now hung in a state of perpetual twilight, its fabric so thin and worn that the gray November light from the London fog bled through it with a sickly, translucent persistence, and it was this garment of the room, this textile shroud, that Eleanor Ashworth held in her trembling hands as she sat alone in the...

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