The Faded Frequency
The letter from the Board of Governors lay on my desk, the paper thin and yellowed at the edges. It stated that my contract would not be renewed after the winter freeze unless the patient catalog was completed. My wages were four shillings a week, and the rent for the room above the chandler’s shop was three. I had no choice but to finish the work. I signed the acknowledgment form and placed it...
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