The Faded Frontier
The Faded Frontier The frontier was not a line on a map but a frequency—392 hertz, the same frequency as the hum of the fluorescent lights in the Oxford industrial estate office where Henry Ashworth-Cross sat on a Tuesday morning that felt indistinguishable from any other Tuesday, except that the office had belonged to Margaux Duval-Lacombe and Margaux Duval-Lacombe had been gone fourteen...
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