The Faded Frequency

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Chapter One The mortar was cold, and the foxglove ground beneath Dorothy Stroud’s pestle with a gritty, resistant friction that felt like working against the grain of the wood itself. She was thirty-two, a court apothecary in the autumn of 1742, and her task was to prepare the Duke’s daily dose for his gout, a task that required a precision she had never been taught but had learned through the...

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