The Faded Frequency
The tower stood in the center of the village square. It was made of grey stone and it did not move. It had always been there. It would always be there. This was the first thing Eleanor knew. She knew it because the stone did not change. People changed. The grass changed. The sky changed. But the tower stayed. Eleanor was a detective. She looked for things that did not belong. She looked for...
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