The Faded Frequency

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The rain against the windowpane of the small, rented room in Harrowgate was not merely water striking glass but a persistent, rhythmic accusation, a drumbeat that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones as I sat before the desk, the inkwell open and the quill trembling in a hand that had not known rest in three days. I was writing to Captain Elias Thorne, my superior, my judge, and the man...

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