The Faded Frequency

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The ink bleeds into the heavy cream of the paper, a dark vein spreading through the fibrous skin, and I find myself unable to stop writing, my hand trembling not from cold but from the terrible, sweet weight of what I have finally understood. It is November in Chicago, a city of glass and steel that has turned its back on the sun, and I am sitting in the high-backed leather chair of my office,...

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