The Faded Frequency

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The warrant was damp, the ink of the Magistrate’s seal bleeding slightly into the paper, a dark bruise against the cream stock. I held it up to the window of the train, watching the blur of the English countryside streak past in a gray smear, wondering if the ink would smudge further before I could present it. My knee, the one that had taken a bullet in the trenches at Passchendaele, throbbed...

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