The Faded Frequency

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14 October, 1342 "You think you are free, Elias? You are only a bird in a gilded cage, and I am the one who holds the key." The Duke’s voice had hung in the air of the scriptorium, a dry, rustling thing, before he turned and left, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone floor like the tapping of a bird’s beak against glass. I sat there, my hands trembling so violently that the quill slipped...

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