The Faded Frequency

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Thorne. The name hangs in the air, a call from the fog. 1892, November 14th. The cold is in the marrow. I write this by the light of a tallow stub, the ink freezing on the nib. I am thirty-four years old. I have been keeper of this light for six years. The debt to MacLeod & Sons is one hundred and twelve pounds. The supply boat, the *Perseverance*, was due three days ago. It has not come. The...

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