The Faded Frequency

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The rain against the glass was a drumroll that never ended, a rhythmic tapping that seemed to sync with the beating of Eleanor’s heart. She sat at the head of the long mahogany table in the private dining room of the Grand Hotel, the kind of place where the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old wood. The room was dim, lit only by the chandelier above and the flickering...

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