The Faded Frequency
The train rattled through the mist with a rhythmic, metallic clatter that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, carrying me back to a place I had sworn I would never see again, a journey that felt less like travel and more like a slow, inevitable descent into a memory I had tried to bury under layers of silence and duty. I sat in the corner of the compartment, my uniform pressed against...
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