The Faded Frequency

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The house on Elm Street was not quiet, but it was silent in the way that deep water is silent, holding a pressure that the surface could not quite break. Margaret Holloway sat at the head of the long mahogany table, her fingers resting on the polished wood, feeling the cold seep through the grain into her bones. It was the annual gathering, the kind of event that required a full day’s...

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