The Faded Frequency
The rain had been falling for three days when I received the letter from the city council, its envelope swollen and damp as a bruise, bearing the seal of the Department of Urban Renewal. I am writing this down not because I expect anyone to read it, but because the act of transcribing the events of my final week in the city of Oakhaven serves as an anchor, a way to keep the weight of what...
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