The Faded Frequency

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14 October 1893. The sap is red. Not the amber of resin, but a thick, arterial crimson that oozes from the fissure in the black oak’s bark. I have been at Blackwood Manor for three days. The War Department’s order was specific: suppress the frequency. They called it a weapon, a sonic anomaly destabilizing the local populace. I am a sergeant, not a scientist. I know how to hold a line, how to...

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