Rebel Frequency

<p><strong>PROLOGUE</strong></p><p>Oradyn had been a city defined by its silence. A city once bursting</p><p>with life with the sounds of industry music and laughter had been</p><p>reduced to whispers controlled by the iron grip of a regime that</p><p>thrived on suppression. The airwaves were no longer a space for</p><p>expression-they were tools of oppression broadcasting the same lie</p><p>the same message day after day. The people though many in number</p><p>had become shadows their voices snuffed out one broadcast at a time.</p>