The Faded Frequency

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The sky splits open not with thunder but with a sound like tearing silk, a high, keening shriek that drills into the marrow of your bones and leaves the air tasting of copper and burnt ozone. You are standing in the middle of the wheat field in Kansas, the stalks bending under the weight of a wind that has no direction, and you are wearing the uniform of a man who died three years ago, the wool...

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