The Faded Frequency

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Arthur, the foreman barked from the shadows of the loom hall, you’re late. The light in the mill was a sickly, yellowish smear that did not change with the sun outside, only with the dimming of the gas lamps as the shift dragged on. Arthur Vane, thirty-two years old and wearing a shirt that had been mended so many times the fabric was more thread than cotton, stepped over a pile of raw wool. He...

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