The Faded Frequency

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14 October 1842 The pain is a live thing. It has teeth. I am writing this by candlelight, my hand resting on the desk, trembling so violently the ink blots the paper like a wound. Silas is gone. He died an hour ago, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his breathing a wet rattle that stopped as abruptly as a snuffed wick. I held his hand until the end. The system says this is duty. The system says...

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