The Faded Frequency

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Nakamura Yui’s fingers, missing the ring one on the left hand, shook as he tightened the bolt on the semaphore arm. The drizzle had soaked through his coat, turning the wool heavy and cold against his skin. He was thirty-two. The palsy had started in the winter, a tremor in the thumb that the doctors in the city called nerve fatigue. It was not fatigue. It was the beginning of the end. He wrote...

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