The Faded Frequency
The letter was found in the pocket of my great-uncle’s great coat, three years after his funeral, when I finally had the courage to burn the house. It was dated November 14, 1924. The ink had bled into the cheap paper, turning the words into dark, bruised clouds. I read it standing in the center of the empty drawing room, the fire in the grate having died down to a bed of grey ash, while the...
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