The Faded Frequency

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The letter lies on the table, its paper thin as onion skin, the ink faded to a bruised purple. You read the date three times, checking the calendar pinned to the wall where the plaster has flaked away to reveal the dark wood beneath. It is November. Your lease on the monastery cell expires in six days. The silence from Julian has lasted for three weeks, a void that presses against your eardrums...

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