The Faded Frequency

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The mist clings to the roots of the ancient oaks. You are here. The air tastes of iron and wet earth. You write this by the light of a tallow candle. The flame flickers. It is a weak light. It cannot hold back the dark. You are Eleanor. You are the keeper of the grove. The grove is alive. It breathes. It waits. You have been here for ten years. Your master, old Silas, taught you. He is dead...

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