The Faded Frequency
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the gravel of the driveway into a slurry of mud and broken dreams. I packed the last of the books into the suitcase, the spine of my mother’s copy of *Jane Eyre* cracking under the weight of my hands, a sound that felt far too loud in the hollow silence of the room. This was the...
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