The Faded Frequency

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The heavy crystal decanter, etched with the Guild’s double-headed eagle, trembled faintly in Elias Thorne’s grip as he watched the wine swirl, a deep, bruised red that seemed to hold the weight of the room in suspension. He stood at the edge of the banquet table in the Guild Hall, a place that smelled perpetually of beeswax, damp stone, and the cloying sweetness of overripe pears, and watched...

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