The Faded Frequency

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October 14th The wool of the Emperor’s ceremonial cloak smells of lanolin and old iron, a scent that has seeped into the pores of my hands until I can no longer distinguish it from the smell of my own skin. I sit in the dim light of the workshop, the needle hovering above the hem, while Julian stands in the corner, his back to me, sorting spools of silk with a quietude that feels less like...

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