The Faded Frequency

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The train cut through the valley like a scythe through wet grass, leaving behind a silence so heavy it felt solid, a tangible weight pressing against the eardrums of those who remained on the platform at Blackwood Junction. Elara stood there, her coat damp with the perpetual mist that clung to the Appalachian foothills, watching the iron beast recede into the grey horizon until it was nothing...

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