The Faded Frequency

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Act I "You are asking me to bury a ghost, Doctor." Grand Vizier Rostam did not look up from his ledger, the quill scratching a dry, rhythmic line across the parchment. The air in the stockroom of unsold season's goods was heavy with dried lavender and old dust, a suffocating warmth that pressed against Ali’s temples. He stood before the Vizier, his hands trembling not from fear but from the...

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