The Faded Frequency

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The hand was wet. It had been wet for three days. It sat on the cold stone table, fingers splayed, palm up. The skin was pale. It was not a corpse’s hand. It was a living hand. It belonged to Silas. Silas did not feel it. He looked at it with the detached curiosity of a man inspecting a broken clock. The hand was his. Or it was the hand he had been given. The distinction had blurred. The stone...

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