The Faded Frequency

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The hand was already gone, or rather, the part of the hand that had ever touched the world. Margaret Holloway sat in the high-backed chair of the Director’s office, the leather creaking beneath the weight of her silence. Outside the tall, arched windows, the rain lashed against the stone of the Academy, a grey curtain that blurred the line between the institution and the sky. She looked at the...

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