The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale perfume, a cloying mixture that settled in the back of my throat like a stone. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my uniform pressed and immaculate, though the fabric felt like a second skin, tight and suffocating against my ribs. The crystal glasses caught the light from the chandeliers, scattering prisms of color across the white...

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