S01 · ON AIR
*~A FREQUENCY THAT DOESN'T OFFICIALLY EXIST~*
PIRATE RADIO · BROADCASTING ACROSS THE DIAL · THIS IS THE STATION
"This is the Station, live on a frequency the map was told to forget. Callers dial in with small problems — quiet, attention, a piano fork — and the multiverse rearranges itself to answer. We read the Axioms. The callers break them. Stay tuned."
STATION CERTIFIED
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ON THE DIAL ⬇
Tonight's forecast: bleed in the low districts, a glitch zone on Elm, gravity delayed three seconds. Carry a towel.
Real callers, impossible problems, one Axiom read whole. Someone is always listening on this dial.
SEASON ONE · SOMEONE ELSE IS BROADCASTING · RECORDED LIVE FROM THE DIAL
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 7 of 12. They waited at the spire for the better part of an hour, and the margin of the journal stayed blank, and the spire stayed dark, and the coin-light moved through the canopy in slow bands that made
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 6 of 12. The understory run started at dawn the way Clive had promised, which meant it started in the dark before dawn, because Clive measured dawn by the moment the canopy stopped dripping and started breathing. Chewy came out of
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 5 of 12. The junction was a crossroads with nothing at it, and the road north was a rut through scrub for the first mile and then the scrub got serious and then the scrub was trees. That was how the
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 4 of 12. They came off the scree onto the flat at noon and the flat went on for thirty miles in every direction, flat as a page, and the only thing on it was a road. The road was packed
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 3 of 12. The Cupruma band began the way all bad country begins: by getting worse slowly enough that you didn't notice until you were already in it. Chewy noticed. The grass thinned to burr and dust, the pines
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 2 of 12. They walked north-northeast for most of the morning with nothing but the journal and the pack Clive had built out of the crate's own wood and leather scraps. Chewy had protested the pack — it was
The Score — a novel of the planet Ephergent. Chapter 1 of 12. The crate arrived on a Tuesday, and it came with a signature that wasn't Chewy's. He found it at the foot of the workshop steps, six feet of weathered pine banded in steel, a
“Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.” Kybalion. A piano tuner's instruments drift to a note not on any keyboard — the Station's own carrier hum, heard and answered; code 782 for things handed down that still hold their tune. Tonight's code: 782… breathe …39 — for
“The All is Mind; the Universe is Mental.” Kybalion. Eighteen years an understudy, never seen first; the universe learned its inattention from his own unwitnessed rehearsal, and tonight the swing claims the exact center of the stage. Tonight's code: 8889… breathe …12 — for the first night of a
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