The Faded Frequency
You are holding the receiver. It is cold. The plastic is slick with your sweat. You are on the roof of the building on 4th and Main. The rain is coming down in sheets. It hits the glass below you. It hits the street. It hits your face. You do not wipe it away. You are listening. You are always listening. That is your job. You are the investigator. You hunt for signals. You hunt for the truth....
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