The Faded Frequency

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Act I 14 October. The magistrate’s office smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that seemed to cling to the back of the throat. Kostas Georgiou stood before the desk, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the object he had tried to sell. The antique radio, wrapped in oilcloth, sat on the floor by the door, a heavy, wooden box that had belonged to his...

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