The Faded Frequency

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The rain fell on the city like a gray shroud. It was a cold, persistent drizzle that slicked the cobblestones of Kensington and turned the streetlamps into blurred halos of amber. Elias stood at the window of his study. The glass was cold against his forehead. He watched the water bead and slide. He thought of the oak tree. It had been his sanctuary for forty years. Now it was gone. Only a...

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