The Faded Frequency

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of St. Jude’s into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky, and it was in this damp, suffocating quiet that Thomas Bradshaw found his final ledger open on the desk, the ink still wet and trembling like a bruise on the paper, a testament to a truth he had spent the last decade trying to bury...

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