The Faded Frequency

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November 3, 1912. The static in the receiver is not merely noise; it is a living thing, a jagged tongue that licks against the inside of my skull. I sit in the corner of my cell, the concrete floor cold through the thin soles of my boots, and I hold the brass dial of the radio in my trembling hands. It is a Frankenstein of wires and vacuum tubes, cobbled together from the scrap heap of the...

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