The Faded Frequency
The letter is dated 14th of October, 1348. The ink is brown, dry, and brittle as old bone. You are the knight. You are the shield. You are the wall between the world and the thing that walks in the mist. Your name is Sir Aldric. It is written in the corner, in your own hand. But you do not remember writing it. You only remember the cold. The castle is a ruin now. Not of stone. Of sound. It...
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