The Faded Frequency

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The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, thick as wool, smelling of wet iron and old bread. I dreamed of the bread. It was stale. Hard as a brick. I bit into it. My teeth cracked. I kept chewing. The crust did not yield. It was not bread. It was stone. I swallowed the stone. It settled in my gut. A heavy, cold weight. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth. The camp was silent. The men...

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