The Faded Frequency

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"Surveyor T. Virtanen, to cease all operations immediately." The notice, pinned to the door of the workshop loft, smelled of damp wool and old ink. Tyyne Virtanen did not look at it. He looked at the compass in his hand, the brass case warm against his palm, humming a low, persistent note that vibrated through his teeth. Outside, the thaw had begun, the smell of wet earth and diesel oil rising...

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