The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-20 02:38:50 -

The rain had been falling on the grey stone of the Senate District for three days straight, a persistent, cold drizzle that seemed to seep into the marrow of my bones and settle into the joints of my knees, a physical weight that matched the heaviness of the silence that had descended upon the office of Senator Elias Thorne, a man whose voice was as smooth and unyielding as polished granite, a...

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