The Faded Frequency
14 November 1998 The silence in this tower is not empty, but a living thing, a concrete weight that presses against the eardrums until the mind begins to fracture under the sheer density of its own stillness, and I sit here, Elias Thorne, forty-two years old with twenty years of service etched into the calluses of my hands, staring at the single sheet of paper on the desk that holds the final...
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