The Faded Frequency
Greer Rollo stood on the road out of town, watching the heat shimmer off the asphalt until the distant tram line looked like a wire pulled taut over a void. The air was thick and still, a physical weight that pressed against the skin, making the noon impossible to face directly. He adjusted the strap of his bag, the leather creaking under the tension of the journey. Chapter One To Elara, The...
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