The Faded Frequency
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Abbey’s inner courtyard into a slick, reflecting mirror of the overcast sky. I sat in the small, windowless office on the second floor of the library wing, the air thick with the scent of damp paper and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. This was my domain, a cramped sanctuary of dust and...
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