The Faded Frequency
Chapter One Vernon Vance was already on his knees in the mud when the rain started, the wet leather of his boots squelching under the weight of his body as he hauled the heavy chain across the threshold of the cellar door. It was October in Cornwall, a time when the grey did not arrive so much as it settled into the bones of the landscape, turning the tin fields into a cave system that no one...
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