The Faded Frequency
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the sky and the earth, and I had not slept since the notification arrived on my tablet, a small, sterile rectangle of light that held the weight of my entire career in its pixels. I am writing this from the back of a hired car, the one I rented in Lyon, the driver sleeping in the front seat...
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