The Faded Frequency
The first entry was written in a hand so cramped by the cold that the letters looked like tiny, huddled animals. October 14. The generator in the basement died at 0400. It died with a shudder, a mechanical groan that traveled up through the floorboards and into the soles of my boots. I sat in the dark for a long time, listening to the silence that followed. It was not a peaceful silence. It was...
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