The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-20 09:42:18 -

The rain in the Hollow does not fall so much as it exists, a persistent, grey mist that seeps into the marrow and stays there. I have been walking for three days, or perhaps three weeks. Time has lost its linear pull here, stretching like taffy, thin and translucent. My boots are heavy, soaked through with a water that feels colder than it has any right to be. I am a sergeant in the 4th...

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