The Faded Frequency

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The rain hits the shingles of the abandoned chapel like a thousand small, angry fingers, and you are holding the door shut against a wind that smells of wet iron and old blood. You are not a priest. You are not a ghost. You are Thomas Bradshaw, a man who has spent twenty years listening to the silence of others, trying to find the crack in their armor where the truth leaks out. But tonight, the...

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