The Faded Frequency

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, stripping the last of the autumn leaves from the bare branches that clawed at the grey sky. You stood at the edge of the cliff, your boots slipping on the wet shale, the wind tearing at the heavy wool coat you had stitched together from scraps. It was a ragged garment, a patchwork of grey and brown, smelling of damp wool and old sweat. It was all...

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