The Faded Frequency

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The air in the sub-basement of the Meridian Textile Mill did not so much circulate as it stagnated, a thick, yellowed suspension of lint and stale tobacco smoke that clung to the skin like a second, heavier coat, and in the center of this suffocating amber gloom, Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk, his hands trembling not from the cold which was a sharp, industrial bite that seeped through the...

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