The Faded Frequency

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The crows had been circling the old stone church for three days, a dark, murmuring halo against the pale October sky. Elias stood at the end of the long, gravel path, his uniform pressed and sharp, though the fabric felt heavy, like wet wool, against his skin. He adjusted his collar, a reflex born of twenty years of service, and watched the birds. They did not flinch at his presence. They knew...

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