The Faded Frequency

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The letter lay on the oak desk, its ink still wet and glistening like a fresh wound in the parchment, a testament to the quiet violence that had just occurred within the mind of Silas Thorne, the master clockmaker of Highgate. He had not written it with his hand, for his fingers, stained with oil and the metallic tang of brass, were too stiff to form the elegant loops of his cursive, but he had...

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