The Faded Frequency
The brass weights of the balance scale sat heavy in Elias Thorne’s palms, each one cold and precise, a physical argument against the chaos that had consumed the last three weeks. He held them up to the gaslight, turning the smallest one over in his fingers, feeling the smooth, unyielding metal that represented the only truth he trusted in the Winter Palace. Outside the window, the wind battered...
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