The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-24 01:01:32 -

14 October 1912 The static is louder tonight. It sits behind my left eye, a low, thrumming pressure that tastes like copper on the tongue. I have written this entry to ensure a record exists, should my mind be deemed unstable by those who hold the ledger. My sister, Martha, lies in the infirmary with a cough that rattles her chest like dry leaves in a tin can. She needs the pension. She needs...

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