The Faded Frequency
Chapter One "You've left the key in the lock again, Harold," Mr. Thorne said, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing with a pencil. "The damp gets into the plaster, and the plaster rots the foundation. It’s a simple thing. Keep the door shut." Harold Priddy stood by the window of the signal room at the rice mill on the canal, watching the fog press against the glass. He was thirty-four...
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