The Faded Frequency

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The ink smudged as Thomas pressed the nib into the paper, the wet black bleeding into the fiber of the cheap stationery. He was twelve years old, and his hands shook with a cold that had nothing to do with the November wind rattling the windowpanes of the magistrate’s office. He wrote to his father, the high court judge in the city, about the silver brooch. It was a simple thing, a sprig of...

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