The Faded Frequency

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The wire hummed at 4:17 in the morning, a low, wet sound like a throat clearing. Arthur Penhaligon adjusted his spectacles, the brass frames digging into the bridge of his nose, and stared at the needle on the galvanometer. It twitched, not with the sharp, decisive clicks of Morse code, but with a slow, dragging tremor that felt less like a signal and more like a bruise forming under the skin...

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