The Faded Frequency

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the carriage window, a cold, indifferent sheet of water that blurred the passing countryside into a smear of wet slate and bruised purple heather. Thomas Ashworth sat in the corner, his knees drawn up until his chin rested upon them, a posture of surrender that had long since ceased to be a pose and had become a physiological...

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