The Faded Frequency

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The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the end of the world, or so it seemed to me as I stood in the courtyard, the stone cold beneath my boots. It was a sound that shattered the air, a jagged thing that cut through the thick, fog-choked morning. I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. In my left palm, held tight against the skin, was the glass vial. It was no longer whole. It had...

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