The Faded Frequency

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The mud on the wagon wheel is the color of old blood, and it sticks to the undercarriage with a viscosity that suggests something more than water and earth. I am Elias, a scribe of thirty years, and I am writing this in the rattle and shake of the journey north, my hand cramped around a quill that feels like a bone in my flesh. My father’s silver clasp, lost in the war three years ago, is the...

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