The Faded Frequency

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The wool burlap sack, which had once held a season’s worth of salted cod before I drained the last of its brine into the drying racks, now rested heavy upon my shoulders like a shroud woven from the very fog that clung to the jagged cliffs of the Hebrides, and as I trudged along the narrow, slick path that wound upward toward the ancient stone tower, I could not shake the sensation that the...

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