The Grief Frequency

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The Grief Frequency  Prologue: The Tremor The clocks stopped first. That was what people remembered later. At 3:33 AM in Port Haven, a city forever soused in fog and rain, every timepiece—digital, analog, grandfather, wristwatch—froze.Then came the sound. It wasn’t loud. It was deep. A ultra-low frequency vibration that didn't rattle windows so much as it rattled the marrow in people's bones. It felt like the planet had taken a single, shuddering gasp. Dogs across the metropolitan area threw back their heads and howled in a unified, terrified chorus. Elias Vance woke up not screaming, but drowning.....