The Faded Frequency

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The rain against the windowpane of the fourth-floor office did not sound like water; it sounded like static, a ceaseless, white-noise hiss that seemed to erode the edges of the room. I sat in the high-backed leather chair, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the condensation trail down the glass. The building, the Ashworth Tower, was a monolith of glass...

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