The Faded Frequency

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The iron nib scraped against the vellum, a sound like a fingernail dragged down a chalkboard, and Elara Vane did not flinch. It was the third hour past midnight in the scriptorium of the Order of the Silent Bell, a stone-walled chamber deep within the abbey’s eastern wing where the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old rot. Her brother, Thomas, lay in the cell adjacent to hers, his...

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