The Faded Frequency

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The wind in the hollows of the Blackwood Ridge did not blow so much as it gnashed, a dry, rattling sound that stripped the bark from the ancient oaks and sent the leaves skittering across the shale in a frantic, brown tide. Elias Thorne moved through the underbrush not with the grace of a man, but with the heavy, deliberate slouch of something that had forgotten how to be upright. His coat,...

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