The Faded Frequency
Who can you trust when the static speaks in your father’s voice? Ragna Nordli sat in the damp chill of the fishing station, the coal tipple looming black against the grey sky. The radio crackled, a domestic haunting that repeated the Chancellor’s lies, each syllable a lie wrapped in static. She wanted a pardon for her father, the former minister, and the only way was to expose the embezzlement....
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