The Faded Frequency
The low-frequency hum had been sitting in the corner of the workshop for three months, a sound like a cello string bowed too hard, vibrating against the floorboards and the soles of my boots. I had told Silas it was a loose transformer in the main transmitter, a mechanical fault that could be cured with a soldering iron and a steady hand, but he only shook his head, his eyes fixed on the dial...
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