The Faded Frequency

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Act I Willis Gault knew the weight of silence before he knew the sound of the press. The printing press in the next room hammered a steady, rhythmic thud against the plaster, a mechanical heartbeat that vibrated through the soles of his boots and into the marrow of his shins. It was the sound of work, of debt being paid, of the world continuing its slow, grinding rotation outside the grey...

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