The Faded Frequency

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The dream was not of fire, as the Abbot claimed it would be, but of water, a cold, black tide that swallowed the scriptorium whole, leaving only the dry, brittle sound of parchment tearing in the silence that followed. I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth, the date of the entry scrawled in the margin: October the third, 1342. I am twelve years old, and I am the hands of Brother Thomas, the...

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