The Faded Frequency

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The letter lies open on the mossy stone, the ink still wet as if you had only just pressed the quill to the parchment. It is dated three days ago, yet the rain that has soaked your cloak for the last week has not touched the paper. You are walking the Ridge of Whispers, a place where the earth cracks and the wind sings in voices of the dead. You are a Knight of the Iron Guard, a man who has...

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