The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-20 19:29:52 -

October 14th. It is raining again. The kind of rain that feels like dust. I am sitting in the dark. My hands are shaking. I have stopped trying to hide it. Arthur is gone. He was here an hour ago. He smelled of wet wool and old paper. He looked at me with those gray eyes. He said nothing. He just looked. Then he left. The door clicked shut. I am alone. I keep the radio on. Low volume. Static....

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