The Faded Chronicle

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The tower of St. Jude’s stood against the bruised sky like a finger pointing at a wound that would not close. It was a place of stone and silence, of drafts that tasted of damp wool and old incense, and it was here that Elias, a boy of twelve with hands that shook when he held a quill, felt the first true weight of his inheritance. The city below, a labyrinth of timber-framed houses and muddy...

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