The Faded Frequency

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"Send the crystal. Now." Yonas Kimario’s pen tore through the paper, the ink bleeding into the cheap stock as if the words themselves were sweating. He sat in the highland market town, where the air smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the quarry lake that bordered the town. It was 1934, or so the calendar on the wall claimed, though the frost had come early, cracking the earth...

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