The Faded Frequency

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Harkness. The name hung in the air of the archive, sharp and cold, spoken by Lord Ashworth with the weary precision of a man handling a broken tool. Philip Harkness stood before the oak desk, his fingers stained with the graphite dust of the cataloging cards, and waited. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the pores of his skin over four years of service....

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