The Faded Frequency

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The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, a relentless, gray static that blurred the city into a smear of wet stone. Elias Thorne sat in his office, a sterile box of beige carpet and humming fluorescent lights, his fingers trembling as he clutched the small, white porcelain bird. It was a gift from his wife, Clara, who had died three years ago,...

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