The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and stale ambition. Elias Thorne stood by the pillar, his hands trembling so violently that the crystal goblet in his grip rattled against the rim, a sound like small bones breaking. He was forty-five years old, a man who had spent two decades charting the veins of the world, yet here he was, unable to hold his own wine without shaking. The Guild...

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