The Faded Frequency

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The glass had been smooth for forty years, a cold, unblinking eye that had watched me grow old in its reflection. I held it in my hands, the weight of it familiar as a prayer, the surface cool and yielding to my thumb. It was an antique, a thing of dark amber and heavy lead, passed down from my father, who had passed it to me before the fever took his mind, and before the silence took his...

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