The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-20 16:46:36 -

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the envelope unsealed, the paper within it soft and damp as if it had been wept upon, and I held it in my hands in the sterile, humming silence of the observation room, watching the rain streak the glass behind the cell where he sat, his head bowed, his uniform a ghost of the one I wore, the brass buttons tarnished by a grief that seemed to corrode the very air...

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