The Faded Frequency

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The letter was found in the ash. Not burned, but buried. It lay in the grey silt of the crater, its edges crisp, its ink black against the white paper. Margaret held it in her gloved hands. The air smelled of sulfur and wet wool. Around her, the world was a ruin of glass and silence. This was not the world she had left. Or perhaps it was the same world, seen from a distance that made the...

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