The Faded Frequency
The letter is written on parchment. The ink is dried blood. You hold it in your left hand. Your right hand is shaking. The castle is silent. The storm is outside. You are the Captain. You are the warden of the gate. The gate is broken. The enemy is inside. They are not soldiers. They are shadows. They wear your face. They wear the faces of your dead. You remember the oath. You remember the...
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