The Faded Frequency

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The glass cut deep into the palm of my left hand, a bright, hot line of pain that served as the only anchor to the present. I sat in the cramped, candlelit cell within the austere walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old wax. In my trembling fingers, I held the shattered vial of tincture, the amber liquid long since spilled into the cracks of the floor,...

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