The Faded Frequency

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The rain did not fall. It pressed against the windowpane, a gray, living thing, whispering secrets in a language older than the stone. Thomas stood before the mirror. The glass was cracked, a spiderweb fracture that split his reflection into shards. He was not old. Not yet. But the face staring back was a stranger’s, hollowed by years of waiting. He was a soldier, though his uniform hung in the...

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