The Faded Frequency
November 14th. The train from the coast arrived in Oakhaven with a shudder that traveled up through the floorboards of the carriage and into the soles of my shoes, a vibration that felt less like motion and more like a low, sustained groan from the earth itself. I stepped onto the platform into a gray so dense it seemed to have weight, pressing against my face and settling in the creases of my...
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