The Faded Frequency
The noise in the hall was a physical weight, a dense fog of clinking glass and overlapping voices that pressed against the walls of the university refectory. I stood near the pillar, holding a plate of untouched bread, watching the faculty move through the space like currents in a dark river. It was the annual winter gala, a celebration of the department’s new funding, and I felt the familiar,...
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