The Faded Frequency

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The bread was stale. It had been for three days. Elias sat in the corner of the high chamber, his back against the cold stone. The air smelled of damp wool and old blood. He held the loaf in his hands. It was dense, dark, heavy. A relic of a time when he was a man who ate. Now he was a man who waited. The door opened. Silence stretched like a wire. Captain Aldous walked in. His boots clicked on...

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