The Faded Frequency

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Xiu Song looked back at the winter of 1911 from the vantage point of a man who had long since forgotten the taste of copper, but the memory of the silence in the longtang remained as sharp as a blade. He was twelve then, a boy with nine fingers and a head full of static, sitting in the lamp room of a whaling port that smelled of tar and rot. The city was a grid of black-soil plains under a sky...

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