The Faded Frequency

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The wind had a name for me, a low moan that rattled the iron hinges of the gallery door, but it was Halloway’s voice that finally cut through the damp, sharp and cold as a knife. "Elias, you are a disgrace to the service." He stood in the doorway, his coat soaked, his face pale against the grey sky, and I looked up from the bell, my hands stained with rust and oil, to see the man I had trusted...

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