The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud around the base gates into a thick, sucking paste that clung to boots and hope alike. Sergeant Elias Thorne drove the convoy truck with a steady hand, his eyes fixed on the wet asphalt, but his mind was elsewhere, drifting back to the small apartment in Leeds where his mother, Arthur’s mother, waited with a casserole and a silence that...

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