The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall in the Grey District was a cathedral of silence. It stood at the edge of the fog, a place where the living and the dead shared a table, if one could call it a table. It was more of a stone slab, vast and cold, stretching into the mist that swallowed the horizon. Here, the air tasted of iron and old rain. Here, the dead did not rot. They only faded. Elias sat at the far end. He...

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