The Faded Frequency

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Chapter One The air in the harbor quarantine hut tasted of salt and rusted iron. Vincenzo Lancia sat at the table, the wood scarred by decades of heavy trays and spilled ink. He was thirty-four, a philologist whose tenure hung by a thread thinner than the wire of the telephone exchange three streets away. The state archive had seized his primary source, a manuscript of political dissent, on the...

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