The Faded Frequency

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14 November 1893 The dream was of water, black and thick, moving through the veins of the stone. I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the hum already there, a low vibration in the fillings of my teeth. I am Elias Thorne, warden of the Blackwood Asylum, and I have served this institution for twelve years. My pension is due in six months. I need it. I need the proof that the "Frequency"...

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