The Faded Frequency

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The iron mask of my helm was already slick with the blood of the warden, a warm and viscous weight that obscured the edges of the world, reducing the vast, stone-choked dungeon to a singular, trembling aperture of sight and breath, and I stood there, trembling not from the cold that seeped up through the cobblestones but from the terrible, electric hum that was beginning to vibrate in the...

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