The Faded Frequency

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Chapter One Roman Novak sat in the empty hall, the taste of copper thick on his tongue, remembering the weight of the glass in his palm. He looked back to the afternoon when the light had been high and sharp, cutting through the dust of the municipal office, a place that smelled of wet wool and old paper. He had been thirty years old, a senior inspector whose hands had never trembled until the...

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