The Faded Frequency

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The coat was heavy. Not just in weight, but in the way it hung on Margot’s shoulders, a gray shawl woven from the static of a world that no longer existed. It was wool, thick and dark, smelling of damp stone and iron. She had worn it for three days straight. The buttons were brass, cold against her skin. Margot sat in the kitchen. The room was quiet, except for the tick of the clock on the...

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