The Faded Frequency

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The canal water turned a bruised purple in the late afternoon, reflecting the smoke from the tanneries that lined the banks of the Wadi, a landscape that flooded without warning and punished those who stood still. Hendrik Kuiper sat at the edge of the quay, his fingers black with ink, watching the barges drag their heavy loads toward the stage stop where the foreman was already counting the...

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