The Faded Frequency
You keep telling yourself that the smell of wet stone and old parchment is the smell of safety, but you know, deep in the marrow where the blood runs thick and slow, that it is actually the smell of rot, and you are simply too tired to smell it any other way, you are a man who has spent forty years polishing glass until his fingers bled and then spent the next ten trying to fix a bird that had...
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