The Faded Frequency

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The train to Blackwood stops with a shudder that seems to unsettle the very foundations of the carriage, and you step onto the platform in the gray morning mist, your leather satchel heavy with the weight of your ambition. It is November, 1912, and the air smells of wet coal and decay, a scent that clings to your wool coat as you walk toward the isolated institute where you have been hired to...

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