The Faded Frequency

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The letter lay on the desk. It was damp. The ink had run. It was blue. It was dark. It looked like bruised skin. Margaret sat. She did not move. Her hands were still. They were cold. The house was old. It was quiet. It was full of dust. She read the words. They were simple. They were cruel. They were true. *The grain is gone. The cellar is empty. You must pay the tithes. You must leave the...

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