The Faded Frequency

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The ink in the fountain pen was a dark, viscous black, staining the tip of Elias’s finger as he paused, his breath holding in his chest like a trapped bird. He sat in the study, the room suffocatingly silent save for the relentless, mechanical ticking of the grandfather clock that dominated the corner, a pendulum swinging with the heavy, indifferent rhythm of a metronome counting down to an...

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