The Faded Frequency

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March 14, 1892. The fog was thick. It pressed against the glass of the train window like a living thing, grey and wet and cold. I sat in the corner of the second-class car. My hands were on my knees. They were shaking. Not from the cold. From the wait. The train stopped. It shuddered. Then it held still. I looked out. Nothing but mist. The tracks disappeared into the white void. The wheels...

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