The Faded Frequency

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The letter sits on the table, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet in the grooves of the parchment. You are holding the quill, your hand trembling not from the cold that seeps through the stone floor of your workshop, but from the sudden, violent recognition of the name written across the top. It is your own. Or rather, it is the name the Guild has given to you, the one that strips away the...

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