The Faded Chronicle

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The town of Oakhaven was not a place that kept time, but rather a place that wore it. It sat in the valley like a bruised plum, the air thick with the scent of wet slate and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the textile mills. You were there for the inventory. The great annual census of souls, or so the elders claimed, though it was merely the counting of threads, of looms, of the quiet decay of...

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