The Faded Frequency

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The dust in the shop tasted of copper and old ozone. Elias wiped his forehead with a rag that was black with grease, his eyes fixed on the tangled mess of wires on the workbench. He was sixteen, though he felt older, worn down by the sheer weight of the silence that had settled over Harrowgate since his father died. The regional broadcasting board had sent a letter, crisp and white, declaring...

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