The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall smelled of beeswax and old paper. The air was thick, suspended in a static charge that prickled the skin. Colonel Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak door. He watched the guests. They moved like ghosts through the amber light. The chandelier above them was a frozen explosion of crystal. It did not sparkle. It only glowed. A dull, dying light. Thorne’s uniform was immaculate....

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