The Faded Frequency
14th of October, 1893. I have spent the last six hours counting the copper wire spools in the basement of the Hall, weighing each one against the standard gauge to ensure the Ministry’s new surveillance grid will hold its tension without snapping, a task that requires a precision which my hands, stiff from the cold and the fear, are failing to provide. The wire is heavy, a dull red weight that...
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