The Faded Frequency
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors of the weeping sky, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Margaret Holloway finally drove her car off the paved road and into the deep, dark woods that bordered the eastern edge of the town, her tires chewing through the mud with a sound that felt less...
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