The Faded Frequency
The train rattled over the iron bridges, a sound like teeth grinding on gravel, and Eleanor held her ticket against the glass until the paper softened. Outside, the Pennsylvania countryside blurred into a smear of brown and grey, the industrial era stretching out in a long, suffocating line toward the city. She was returning home, or rather, to the place where she had been kept. The house...
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