The Faded Frequency
October 12, 1893 The static is in my teeth again. It is a high, thin whine, like a wire pulled too tight, and it has been there for three days. I sit at my desk in the Meridian Insurance Exchange, staring at the actuarial tables, but the numbers are blurring. I need to finalize the Aetheric Liability clause before Mr. Vane does. If I secure this position, I can afford the private nurse for...
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