The Faded Frequency

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The train shudders. You feel it in the teeth before you see the blur of the platform passing by. London is a smear of grey and soot. You sit in the corner of the carriage, your coat buttoned to the throat. In your lap, a leather satchel. Inside, a notebook. The pages are stained with tea and the dust of old libraries. You are not a man of action. You are a man of observation. You watch the...

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