The Faded Frequency
The letter lay on the cold stone desk. It was dated three years before the war had ended. It was written in ink that had dried to the color of dried blood. The name at the top was not his own. It was the name of the man who had killed his brother. Captain Elias Thorne read it again. The paper was thin. It tore easily at the edges. He held it with two fingers. The wax seal was broken. It had...
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