The Faded Frequency
Nikolai Kozlov stood in the doorway of the hydroponics bay, the damp cold of the night cycle seeping through his thin coat, and asked the silence a question he had been carrying for three years. Was the voice still there, or had he simply forgotten how to listen without needing to hear it? The bay was dim, lit only by the harsh, blue-white glow of the growth lamps that hummed with a frequency...
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