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Frequency

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A plane in distress over the Alaskan Wilderness and a ham radio operator hundreds of miles away attempts to help. There is a storm of unimaginable power and a creature no one saw coming. This short cosmic horror story explores the Alaska Triangle and its terrifying history of missing aircraft.All Rights Reserved

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Sat, Sep 12, 2020

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