The Faded Frequency

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The kettle screams. It is a thin, high sound. It cuts the air in the kitchen like a wire. You sit at the table. The wood is scratched. Your hands are still. They rest on the grain. You do not move. You listen to the boil. "Is it on?" The voice is rough. It is your father’s. He stands in the doorway. He holds a rag. He looks at you. He does not see you. He sees the space where you used to be....

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