The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-24 01:56:34 -

The wool coat hung on the back of the chair, its cuffs frayed into a ragged fringe that swept the floor. Eamon ran his thumb over the fabric, feeling the coarse grain, the dampness that had nothing to do with the rain outside. It was heavy, heavier than it had been a week ago, as if the air itself had condensed into the weave. He was thirty-four, and he had served the Crown for twelve years,...

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