The Faded Frequency

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The rain had stopped. Or rather, the sky had simply given up. "Did you hear it?" I did not. I stood by the window of the watchtower, the wood slick with cold. The fog rolled in from the river. It was thick. It was white. It smelled of rot and iron. "No," I said. My voice was a ghost. "Listen." Margaret stood behind me. She was close. Too close. I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck. It...

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