The Faded Frequency

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The letter lies on the oak table, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. You press your thumb against the seal, feeling the wax give way under the weight of your doubt. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days in the Tower of St. Jude have lost their distinctness, blending into a single, grey expanse of stone and silence. Outside, the autumn wind rattles the leaded glass, a sound...

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