The Faded Frequency

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The rain lashed against the windowpane of the attic room, a rhythmic, frantic drumming that Eleanor Whitmore tried to ignore. She sat at her desk, the wood scarred by decades of her father’s tobacco stains, and stared at the object before her. It was a brass tuning fork, tarnished to the color of dried blood, resting on a velvet cloth that had once been white. Her fingers hovered over the...

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