The Faded Frequency

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The letter arrived on a day when the sky above the city of Oakhaven was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the promise of a rain that would never quite break, and it bore the seal of the Magistrate’s office, a wax impression of a scale that seemed to tip perpetually toward the void. I held it in my hands, which were stained with the indigo residue of the nightshade I had been tending in my...

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