The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the corrugated tin roof of the temporary clinic, a sound that had long since ceased to be noise and had become the background hum of existence. Arthur sat in the corner of the small, dimly lit room, his back against the cold metal wall. He was a man of fifty, though the lines around his eyes and the...

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