The Faded Frequency

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October 14, 1912. The rain has not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurs the windows of the telegraph office until the world outside is nothing but a smear of mud and iron. I am thirty-four years old, and I have not slept more than two hours a night since Thomas disappeared from the night shift at the Junction, three months ago. The company, that vast and indifferent...

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