The Faded Frequency

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The light came in at a sharp angle, cutting across the workbench and illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air, a visual cue that it was three in the afternoon and time to count the hours. I had counted the gears, the springs, the seconds, and the days since Clara left, but the number that mattered most was the one on the ledger: forty-two dollars and sixteen cents owed to the...

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