The Faded Frequency

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The iron bell rang three times. Not for the hour, but for the feast. The Great Hall of Oakhaven was a cavern of stone and shadow, lit only by the sputtering tallow in the wall sconces. The air smelled of roasted pork, stale beer, and the heavy, metallic tang of fear. I sat at the lower table, my hands resting on the oak surface. My fingers were trembling. Not from the cold. From the weight of...

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