The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-19 21:02:11 -

The feast is over. The candles have burned to nubs of white wax, pooling on the silver trays like frozen tears. The guests have gone, their laughter fading into the damp, thick air of the night. You remain. You sit in the high-backed chair, the leather creaking beneath your weight, watching the dust motes dance in the pale moonlight that cuts through the tall, arched windows. The hall is vast,...

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