The Faded Frequency

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The light in the briefing room was the kind that comes from fluorescent tubes dying, a sickly, flickering yellow that made the sweat on Elias Thorne’s forehead look like oil. He stood at attention, his boots scuffed with the dust of the city, while Colonel Vance sat behind a desk cluttered with paper and a single, cold cup of coffee. "Thorne," Vance said, not looking up from the folder in front...

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