The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-21 10:04:39 -

The house breathed. It was a large, decaying thing of stone and ivy, set back from the road in a valley where the fog rolled in like a slow, white tide. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Margaret sat at the head of the long table, her hands resting on the polished wood, which was cracked near the edge. She wore a dress of deep blue, though the color had faded to a dull slate...

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