The Faded Frequency
The bell tower of St. Jude’s cracked. It did not fall. It merely split, a seam of jagged stone opening like a wound in the grey sky. The sound was not a ring. It was a scream. A low, thrumming vibration that traveled through the cobblestones, up through the soles of Elias’s boots, and into the marrow of his bones. He stood on the bridge. The city of Oakhaven lay below, shrouded in the perpetual...
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