The Faded Frequency
The letter is in your hand. The ink is black. The paper is thin. You are on the road. The horse is tired. The mud is deep. You are walking. You are a scholar. You study old things. You study words that died. You carry the book. It is heavy. It is your life. You hold it close. It is your heart. The castle is ahead. It is dark. The walls are high. The gate is closed. You knock. No one comes. You...
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