The Faded Frequency

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The rain hit the slate roof like static. It was a sound that did not stop. Inside the cell, the air tasted of iron and old dust. Thomas Ashworth sat on the cold stone floor. He did not shiver. He had stopped shivering three days ago. His hands were bound with leather cord. The cord was thick. It cut into his wrists. He watched the water drip from the ceiling. One drop. Two drops. A rhythm. A...

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