The Faded Frequency

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October 12, 1911 The radiator in the corner of my office ticks with a rhythm that has nothing to do with the heat. It is a low, dull thrum, like a stone grinding against glass in a distant room. I have learned to ignore it, or so I tell myself. My name is Thomas Vane, and I am forty-two years old. I have worked at the Meridian Insurance Firm for twenty-six years. My heart is failing. I know...

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