The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-20 15:19:48 -

The feast was a wound in the darkness, a blinding hemorrhage of tallow and smoke that swallowed the great hall whole. I stood at the edge of the table, my hands stiff with cold, watching the candlelight tremble against the ancient stone walls. The air tasted of roasted lamb and wet wool, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the throat. Outside, the wind howled through the ivy-choked windows, a...

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