The Faded Frequency

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The letter was written in blue ink. It lay on the table. The table was wooden. It was scarred. The scars were deep. They were old. The ink had faded. It was barely there. It was a whisper. It was a ghost. The paper was thin. It was brittle. It smelled of dust. It smelled of time. It smelled of rain. It smelled of grief. The letter was from him. It was from Arthur. Arthur was gone. He had been...

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