The Faded Frequency

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The letter was found in the pocket of a coat that no longer fit. It was addressed to the King. Or what passed for a King in this cold, stone-walled city. The ink was brown. The paper was soft. It smelled of dust and old fear. Elara held the paper. Her hands shook. Not from cold. The air in the tower was still. It was always still. She looked at her brother, Thomas. He sat in the corner. His...

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