The Faded Frequency

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, heavy as the dust motes swirling in the pale light of the corridor. Elias turned, his shoulders tightening against the strain of the day. It was Mr. Halloway, standing at the end of the hall, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. The ventilation system in the Ministry of Reclamation hummed, a low, constant drone that Elias had long since learned to...

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