The Faded Frequency
The rain against the window of the fourth-floor office at St. Jude’s Community Center had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray drumming that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sound that was less weather than a physical weight pressing against the glass, against the peeling wallpaper, against the very fabric of his own skin which had begun to feel...
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