The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpane with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a heartbeat. I sat at my desk, the wood cold beneath my fingers. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. I was waiting. I had always been waiting. But today felt different. Today, the silence was heavy. It pressed against my ears. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a...

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