The Faded Frequency

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The ink is still wet on the page when the fire starts, not in the hearth, but beneath the skin of my left forearm. I am thirty-two years old, Captain of the King’s Guard, and I am writing this in the damp silence of a tent that smells of wet wool and iron. The mark is a name, Elara, written in a script that looks like it was carved by a rusted knife. It has been there for three days, ever since...

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