The Faded Frequency
The letter began not with a salutation, but with a date, written in ink that had begun to bleed into the cheap, cream-colored paper of the official requisition form, a small, dark stain spreading like a bruise. It was October, the kind of month where the air in the training facility feels less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a heavy, damp silence...
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