The Faded Frequency

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The quill scraped against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the silence of the scriptorium. Elara’s hand trembled, not from cold, but from the strange, magnetic pull of the ink. It was moving. She had touched the page only to steady it, yet the black letters in the margin were bleeding upward, defying gravity, crawling toward the top of the folio like dark water rising in a...

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