The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-19 23:21:53 -

The rain fell in sheets against the glass of the command tent, a rhythmic drumming that matched the frantic beating of your heart. You gripped the hilt of your sword, the leather worn smooth by years of service, and stared at the figure standing three paces away. It was you. Not a reflection, not a trick of the light, but a solid, breathing mirror of your own face, clad in the same dented iron...

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