The Faded Frequency
The static in your head does not sound like electricity, but like the wet, tearing sound of a sheet being ripped from a wound, a continuous, high-pitched shriek that has replaced the rhythm of your own heartbeat since the moment the storm broke over the ridge of the Appalachian foothills, a sound that you have learned to call the Frequency, a name that feels too clean, too technical, too much...
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