The Faded Frequency

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The hall smells of roasted pork and stale incense. You stand in the shadows, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that feels heavier than it should. Around you, the court of Lord Blackwood is a tapestry of gold and silk, a vibrant, pulsating thing that mocks the grey dust settling in your lungs. You are a soldier, a man of duty, but tonight you are merely a vessel. Your body is a cage, and...

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