The Faded Frequency
The ink was still wet. Elias stared at the page. The letters swam. He had written the name. *Aldous.* He had written the date. *The 14th of October.* He had written the accusation. *You are the rot.* The paper crumpled in his fist. He threw it. It hit the stone wall. It stuck there. A white smudge. A ghost. Elias walked to the window. The fog was thick. It pressed against the glass. It had no...
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