The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of Oakhaven into sluggish rivers of brown mud and broken glass. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the intersection, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool of his coat weighing him down like a shroud. He was not fighting a criminal, nor was he restraining a rioter; he was simply standing...

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