The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gas lamps and the heavy, woolen coats of the people moving through the streets. You were there, sitting at a small, round table in the back corner of the White Hart Inn, your hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had gone warm and bitter,...

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