The Faded Frequency

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The ink in my well was cold, a dark, viscous thing that smelled of iron and old rain. I counted the hours spent at the desk, seven in total, until my fingers cramped and the parchment felt like sandpaper against my skin. I am Arthur, thirty-two, a junior clerk in the Imperial Archive, and I want only one thing: the promotion to Senior Archivist. The obstacle is Director Vane, who views my...

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