The Faded Frequency

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Act I The office smelled of damp wool and iron filings, a scent that stuck to the back of Kauko Koskinen’s throat. He was a bonded scribe, thirty-four years old, and the fine he owed to the city council could only be paid in labor, which meant he worked until his fingers cramped and his vision blurred. The ledger page lay on his desk, torn from the spine of the city’s tram fund record. It was...

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