The Faded Frequency

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The letter lay upon the obsidian table, its edges crisp and white against the dark, a stark intrusion into the gloom of the High Keep where the air tasted of wet stone and ancient dust. Seraphina did not touch it; she only watched it, her fingers curled tight into the velvet of her sleeve, as if the paper itself might burn through her skin like a coal dropped in snow. The courtyard below was...

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