The Faded Frequency
You are sitting in the office. The light is gray. It comes through the blinds. You look down. Your hands are shaking. You do not stop them. You just let them shake. The ring is on the table. It is silver. It has a black stone. It is your brother’s ring. It has always been his. You have held it for ten years. You have cleaned it. You have worn it. You have hidden it. Now it sits there. It is...
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