The Faded Frequency

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14 November, 1893 The damp has settled into the very stones of the monastery, a cold that does not merely chill the skin but seems to seep into the marrow, making the air in the library feel thick and heavy as wet wool. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three days in this damp, stone-walled silence, my fingers numb from the cold and my eyes strained by the...

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