The Faded Frequency

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The house held its breath. It was a heavy, wooden silence. The kind that pressed against the eardrums. Thomas stood in the hall. His hands shook. He looked at the door. The door was closed. "Come in," he said. No one came. He was alone. Or so he believed. The air tasted of dust and old paper. The light came through the curtains. It was thin. Pale. It did not warm. Thomas touched the wall. The...

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