The Faded Frequency

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The ink is already dry on the ledger, but my hands still smell of the varnish I used to seal the wooden boxes. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that burns unevenly, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of my workshop in Bristol. It is the year 1485, and the rain has been falling for three days, a persistent, cold sheet that turns the cobblestones into mirrors...

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