The Faded Frequency
The nib of the pen scrapes against the heavy cream paper, a sound that seems too loud in the hush of the office, as Arthur Penhaligon writes the date, 14th of October, 1893, with a hand that trembles only slightly, enough to blur the ink on the first line, a small tremor he has learned to hide beneath the steady, bureaucratic posture required of a senior clerk at the Imperial Mint. He is forty...
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