The Faded Frequency
I Seung-min Song stood in the rain, watching the water drip from the eaves of the lighthouse, a steady, cold rhythm that matched the thrumming in his left ear. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose hearing had begun to fail three months ago, and he was currently selling his share of the shared boat to pay the debt his father had brought back from the mainland. The drizzle had fallen for ten...
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