The Faded Frequency

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The roof caved in at noon. Not all at once. It groaned. A low, wooden shriek that cut through the hum of the looms. Then the dust fell. Thick. Gray. Like ash from a burnt field. Elias wiped his eyes. He did not run. He stood by the warp frame. His hands were still. He held a shuttle. It was oak. Worn smooth by years of grip. “Stop,” he said. His voice was quiet. The weavers stopped. Silence...

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