The Faded Frequency

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The letter was not sealed with wax, but with a sliver of dried blood that had crusted black in the folds of the parchment. It sat on the heavy oak table of the High Chamber, a solitary, dark thing against the pale grain of the wood. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat opposite it, his hands resting on his knees, fingers pale and trembling. The air in the chamber was thick, smelling of damp stone, old...

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