The Faded Frequency

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The trowel slipped in Elias’s hand, the wet mortar splattering against his trousers with a cold, wet slap. He stared at the fresh brick he had laid, the gray smear of cement still glistening under the dim light of the lamp, and the tapping started again. It was a rhythmic, dry sound, like a knuckle rapping against a hollow door, coming from the sealed lower chamber where the wind had no...

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