The Faded Frequency

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Three weeks before the solstice, I wrote the letter that ended my life as I knew it, and the ink is still dry on the page in my memory, sharp as a cut wire. I was thirty-two, standing in the kitchen of the house that my father built and my brother gutted, the air heavy with damp plaster and old regret. The High Chancellor’s office sat in the capital, a fortress of glass and steel, but the power...

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