The Faded Frequency
The static in your head is not silence; it is a frequency, a high-pitched whine that has lived behind your left eye for forty years. You are Margery, though the town of Oakhaven calls you the Signal, and you are writing this because the static is getting louder, and you are afraid that one day it will drown out the voice of the man you love. You are not a ghost, despite what the children...
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