The Faded Frequency

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The letter was sealed with black wax, the impression of a crown so faint it might have been a smudge, and it lay upon the desk of the Secretary of State for War, a man who had not slept since the telegram arrived from the Highlands. The ink was brown, the hand that wrote it steady but cramped, the letters leaning forward as if the writer were straining to see over a horizon that did not exist....

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