The Faded Frequency
The transfer request was denied, Captain Miller said, his voice flat and dry as the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light that cut through the blinds of his office, a light that had no warmth to it, only a harsh, interrogative brightness that stripped the color from the walls and left Elias Thorne feeling exposed, as if the very air in the room had turned to glass, thin and brittle,...
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