The Faded Frequency

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14th October, 1924 The rain has not stopped for three days. It drums against the slate roof of the apothecary, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matches the hollow ache in my chest. I have been grinding the valerian root since dawn. The mortar is worn smooth by twenty years of my hands, but today it feels foreign, heavy with a weight I cannot name. Clara lies in the bed above, her breathing...

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