The Faded Frequency
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood, bearing the crest of the Order of the Silent Veil. You broke the seal with a fingernail that was thick and yellowed, a tool as much a part of you as your own bone. Inside, a single sheet of parchment, the ink still wet with a kind of black that seemed to absorb the light from the window. It was not a summons, but a...
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