The Faded Frequency

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The wind is tearing the roof shingles from the Thorne estate like a man tearing the skin from a bone, and I am writing this by the guttering light of a single tallow candle because the electricity failed three days ago and the coal merchant refused to deliver unless I paid in cash I do not possess. It is December, 1893, and I am forty-two years old, a man who has spent the last decade...

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