The Faded Frequency

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The rain was not falling; it was being hurled, a horizontal sheet of gray misery that turned the cobblestones of Whitechapel into a slick, reflective mirror of the city’s rot. You stood at the window of the third-floor office, your forehead pressed against the cold glass, watching the droplets race each other down the pane. Inside, the air smelled of stale pipe tobacco and the sharp, metallic...

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