The Faded Frequency

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March 14, 2024 The wind here does not blow; it shreds. I am forty-two years old, and I have spent twenty of them listening to the silence between the heartbeats. I am writing this from the field tent, the canvas snapping against the frame like a trapped bird. My left arm is numb, a static warning that the beta-blockers are failing to hold the arrhythmia at bay. In forty-eight hours, the medical...

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