The Faded Frequency

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the tallow lamps that lined the alleyways. I stood there, my hand resting heavily on the pommel of my sword, feeling the cold seep through the wool of my doublet and settle deep in the marrow of my bones, a chill...

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