The Faded Frequency

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The letter on the desk was cream-colored, heavy stock, and it smelled of the lemon oil Mr. Thorne used on his desk. I picked it up, my fingers trembling not from fear but from the cold that had settled into my knuckles, a chill that no coat could shake out. It was a notice of transfer, not a firing, which was a kindness I did not deserve and did not want. The ink was black, the font precise,...

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