The Faded Frequency

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The mortar was mixed to a consistency that cost me three pence a bucket in lime, and I had spent fourteen hours hauling the sand from the riverbank, my shoulders aching with a dull, persistent weight that settled deep in the bone. I stood before the Guild Master, Aldous Vane, who held a ledger in one hand and a piece of chalk in the other, looking at my hands as if they were soiled by something...

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