The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the keep’s upper window, a rhythmic, hollow percussion that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat before the cold hearth, the heavy oak chair creaking under the weight of my armor, and watched the candlelight tremble on the walls. The air smelled of wet stone, stale wax, and the metallic tang of fear...

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