The Faded Frequency

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The ink was still wet when the rain began to fall, a thin, gray veil that blurred the edges of the world outside the high window of the study. Elias Thorne did not look up. His quill scratched against the heavy parchment, the sound a sharp, rhythmic counterpoint to the distant, muffled thunder rolling across the moors of the ancient city. He was not writing a letter to the living, nor a record...

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