The Faded Frequency

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The coat was still warm. I could feel the ghost of the body that had worn it, a phantom heat against my shoulder as I hung it on the hook by the door. It was a heavy wool thing, charcoal grey, frayed at the cuffs. It belonged to Colonel Elias Thorne. Or rather, it had belonged to him. Now it was mine. That was the deal. That was the price. I am writing this from the kitchen table. The house is...

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