The Faded Frequency

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The letter lay on the desk. It was yellow. The ink was faded. Margaret stared at it. She was tired. Her bones ached. The cold seeped in. It was the winter of the soul. She held the paper. It was thin. It was weak. Like her. Like them. The building stood tall. It was old. It was grey. It was a beast. It swallowed light. It swallowed sound. It swallowed men. Margaret was a ghost here. She was a...

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