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Chapter 40: The First Anchor
Author: Darian
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"Ninety-eight point two percent of those overlapping frequencies aren't wind at all, Cassian," Elsinore whispered, his voice cutting thinly through the rising, vocal wail of the canyon. "They are the exact auditory resonance of seventh-century municipal tax receipts, recorded and re-broadcasted by the limestone strata."

"If the local government from seven hundred years ago is still complaining about uncollected tariffs through the medium of ambient draft, then I am officially resigning from my
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