The Faded Frequency

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The rain drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the orphanage, a sound that had become the only clock in Thomas’s life. He lay in the narrow cot, eyes open to the dark, listening to the water find its way through the cracks in the chimney. It was a cold, wet night in London, the year 1913, and the city outside was a sprawling beast of coal smoke and iron, grinding itself...

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