The Faded Frequency

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the world outside the telegraph booth into a watercolor of indistinct smudges, and within the cramped, wire-hung interior of Outpost Four, Elias Thorne sat with his finger poised over the key, listening to the silence that was not silent, for from the direction of the abandoned Millhaven Station, four miles down the...

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