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Paper Frequency

The felt in my hand vibrates. My father’s voice rises through blank paper: “Don’t.”

I freeze. The white jack hums. Gray watches my mouth like a verdict.

“Don’t what?” I whisper.

“Don’t answer him,” the felt says.

Danner’s hold on Gray doesn’t loosen. “Clock’s gone,” he says.

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