The Faded Frequency

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The envelope on Elias Thorne’s desk was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of the ozone from the shredder in the corner, a scent that had become as familiar to him as the stale coffee in his mug. He sat in the high-backed chair, the leather worn smooth by twenty years of federal audits, and watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that cut through the blinds....

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