The Faded Frequency
Chapter One "You’re letting it rot, Grietje." I stared at the wool coat draped over the chair, the fabric heavy with soot and the acrid, sweet smell of the new synthetic dye. It was the same red that stained the water in the canal, a color that seemed to pulse in the humid air of our small house near the mangrove shore. Jan was asleep, his breathing shallow and wet, a sound like a rope bridge...
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