The Faded Frequency

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March 14, 1998. The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edge of the moor into a watercolor smear of slate and ash, and I sat in the back of the idling van, my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the fog swallow the headlights of the car ahead of us as it struggled up the steep, rutted track toward the old manor,...

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