The Faded Frequency

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The fever has a taste of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of my throat and refuses to wash away. I am Thomas Bradshaw, constable, thirty-four years old, and I am writing this from a bed in a squalid room in Whitechapel because Inspector Hale has decided that I am a thief. The accusation is absurd, a fabrication woven from the thin threads of my illness and the thick...

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