The Faded Frequency

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The air in the basement of the Whitmore Institute smelled of wet wool and ozone, a scent that had become indistinguishable from the taste of fear in Elias Thorne’s mouth. It was November, and the frost had already begun to lace the windowpanes above, turning the view of the street into a web of white cracks. Elias sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands resting on the cold surface, fingers...

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