The Faded Frequency
The letter was written in ink that had dried to the color of dried blood, scrawled upon parchment so thin it was nearly translucent, the fibers tearing at the edges where my fingers trembled as I held it against the candlelight. I am writing this from the topmost tower of the Blackwood Keep, where the wind howls through the cracks in the stone with a voice that sounds suspiciously like my...
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