The Faded Frequency

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14th October, 1912. The rain has not stopped for three days. It hammers against the single pane of glass in my cabin window, a relentless, gray drumming that matches the hollow ache in my stomach. I am Elias Thorne, and I am tired. I have been tired for six months, ever since I crossed the border with nothing but a coat that smelled of coal smoke and a promise I made to myself that I would not...

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