The Faded Frequency

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14 November 1912. The rain has not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurs the world into a smear of wet slate and rusted iron, and I am sitting here in the kitchen of the house on Harrow Street, holding the shattered remains of the brass compass that my father gave me before he went to the trenches, the pieces cold and jagged against my palm, feeling the sharp edge of the...

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