The Faded Frequency

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The air in the sealed chamber of the citadel tasted of damp limestone and old iron, a flavor that had settled into the pores of Bilal Wazir’s skin over the four years of his confinement. He sat on the bare floor, his knees drawn up, the rough stone pressing against his shins with a cold that had long since stopped being a sensation and had become a fact of his existence. In his hands, he held a...

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