The Faded Frequency

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The letter was found in the pocket of the coat. It was dated November the fourteenth. The ink was blue. The paper was thin. It smelled of damp wool and old smoke. Thomas held it in his hand. He stood by the window. The rain tapped on the glass. It tapped like a fingernail. He looked at the words. He read them slowly. His brother, Arthur, had written this. Arthur was dead. Arthur had been dead...

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