The Faded Frequency

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The fog that settled over the ironworks in the valley of Blackwater did not simply obscure the world; it consumed it, wrapping the jagged teeth of the machinery and the soot-blackened faces of the workers in a gray, breathing shroud that smelled of wet ash and rust. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, the knuckles white against the dark...

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