The Faded Frequency

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The iron bars did not rust; they shimmered with a cold, metallic sheen that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, creating a darkness inside the cell that was not merely an absence of illumination but a tangible, heavy substance. I sat on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, the coarse wool of my inmate uniform scratching against my skin in a rhythm that matched the pounding...

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