The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-24 15:38:05 -

The ink in the bottle was thick, like tar. I wrote the date in the corner of the page, my hand shaking so badly the pen skidded across the paper. It was a Tuesday. I do not remember the month, only that the thaw had come late, floating the old docks in the quarry lake until they looked like broken teeth against the unnaturally blue water. I was writing to the Director. My name is Chinedu...

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