The Faded Frequency

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the paper brittle and yellowed as dried leaves, the ink faded to the color of old bruises, and Marguerite held it in her trembling hands in the vast, echoing antechamber of the Ministry, where the air smelled of dust and the metallic tang of anxiety, knowing that the words within were not a summons but a verdict, a finality that had been waiting in the shadows...

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