The Faded Frequency

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The letter smelled of damp earth and old ink, a scent that Margaret had associated with her mother’s study for thirty years, yet here it was, resting on the cold steel of the hospital cafeteria table, stark against the sterile white linoleum. It was not a letter in the traditional sense, but a series of entries, dated and typed on a manual machine that clacked with the heavy, deliberate force...

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