The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-25 13:59:20 -

"Stop it," I whispered to the air, my hand trembling over the ink. "I have not spoken those words yet." The silence held for a moment, a thin, brittle thing. Then, three seconds later, the voice came back. It was my voice, but stripped of its warmth, flat as a stone dropped into a well. "Stop it," it said. "I have not spoken those words yet." I pulled my hand back as if burned. The scriptorium...

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