THE FREQUENCY

The tower stands miles from anywhere, a steel finger against a wide cold sky, and the house at its foot has one light burning in the dark. Whoever keeps the signal keeps it alone. That is the job: watch the dials, log the frequencies, hold the line through the long empty nights.Then a signal arrives on a band that should be silent. It is faint, at first — a hiss, a pattern under the static, someth...