The Faded Frequency

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14th October, 1912 I dreamed of a moth again. It was a large, grey thing, its wings patterned with the intricate geometry of a circuit board, or so it seemed in the half-light of my sleep. It flew directly into the incandescent bulb of the factory lamp, and the flame did not consume it instantly. Instead, the wings melted, dripping molten chitin onto the glass, a slow, viscous burning that...

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