The Faded Chronicle

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The fire started in the cellar at dawn. It was not a small fire. It smelled of sulfur and old paper, a scent that clawed at the back of Thomas’s throat. He stood at the window of the scriptorium, watching the smoke curl through the frost-bitten air. The abbey stood silent, a stone beast waking from a long sleep. Inside, the air was thick with the dust of centuries. Thomas wiped his hands on his...

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