The Faded Frequency

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14 October 1904 My dear Aris, I write to you by the light of a gas lamp that flickers like a dying heartbeat, the sound of the Thames a low, constant moan against the embankment. The cough has returned with a violence that shakes the very frame of my body, a rattle in the chest that tastes of copper and old dust. I am forty-two, yet I feel the weight of eighty years pressing against my ribs. I...

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