The Faded Frequency

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The bread was dry. It tasted of ash and old iron. I ate it in the dark. I ate it until my hands shook. The cellar was small. The stones were cold. They pressed against my back. I could hear the river above. It sounded like breathing. It sounded like a scream. My name is Elias. I am twelve. I am not afraid. I have stopped being afraid. Fear is a noise. I have silenced it. There is only the...

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