The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-17 16:10:51 -

The rain in Manchester didn't fall so much as it materialised, as though the sky had exhaled its own sorrow into the streets below. Thomas Hargrave stood at the window of his third-floor flat on Burton Road, watching the water streak the glass in long silver fingers. He had been standing there for twenty minutes, or perhaps an hour—time had a way of slipping through his hands like the rain...

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