The Faded Frequency
The weight of the silence in this tower is measured in decibels of static, a constant, grinding hum that has worn a groove into my skull over the last ten years. I have counted the cracks in the windowpane forty-seven times since I sat down at this desk, each fissure a thin white scar across the glass that looks out onto the frozen, indifferent expanse of the border. I am thirty-four years old,...
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