The Faded Frequency

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October 14, 1892. The mail cart groaned against the gravel, a sound that seemed to sync with the arrhythmic thud in my chest, a slow, heavy wind-up of a clock that had long since lost its face. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a postal clerk for the district of Northshire, and I am driving this cart to the end of the road because I have one final letter to deliver. It is addressed to my...

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