The Faded Frequency
The rain did not fall so much as it leaked, a persistent, gray weeping that seeped through the high, arched windows of the University of St. Jude’s library. It was a sound that lived in the bones of the building, a low, resonant hum that Margaret Holloway had learned to tune out over her thirty years as the department’s most respected, least consulted historian of early modern rhetoric. She sat...
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