The Faded Frequency

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when Arthur Penhaligon heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of the magistrates’ boots on the cobblestones outside his shop, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of his shoes, a physical manifestation of the city’s judgment descending upon the humble workshop where he had spent thirty years decoding the silent languages of broken clocks...

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