The Faded Frequency

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The ink was still wet when the bell tolled the hour. It had been a strange sound, a shriek of iron that tore through the fog and settled in the marrow. Elias sat in the cell, the stone floor cold against his knees. He did not look up. He knew what it meant. The cage was closing. Not a cage of iron, but of time. He had felt it tightening for weeks, a slow crush of the hours, squeezing the life...

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