The Faded Frequency

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The fog in Oakhaven does not lift; it thickens, a grey wool drawn tight over the town’s face, swallowing the chimneys of the mills and the spire of the church until only the smell of coal and damp rot remains. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and for the last twelve years I have lived and died by the tick of the escapements I repair, but today the silence is so heavy it presses against...

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