The Faded Frequency

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The cough started in the barracks before the dawn bell, a wet, rattling sound that cut through the thin wool of Sir Thomas’s tunic. He sat on the edge of his cot, his hand resting on the leather-wrapped grip of his shield, the wood beneath the hide already showing a hairline fracture along the rim. It was the year of our Lord 1420, and the village of Oakhaven lay beyond the river, a place of...

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