The Faded Frequency

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The cassette tape hissed. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the plastic casing warm from the friction of his thumb. He had been pulling it from the bottom shelf of the basement archive for ten minutes, fighting the rusted guide rails that stuck with a dry, metallic shriek. The basement smelled of wet wool and old paper, a dampness that settled in the lungs like a fine silt. He was...

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