The Faded Chronicle

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In the dream, the rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that smelled of wet iron and old stone. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the village square in Harrow Creek, the small Appalachian town where the fog never quite lifted, and he watched the veil thicken. He was an old man in his sleep, his joints aching with a phantom arthritis that had long since faded in the...

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