The Faded Chronicle

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The river smelled of iron. Elara stood on the bridge. The metal groaned. It was a cold Tuesday. The town of Millhaven lay below. Gray. Still. Broken. She held the glass vial. It was empty. It had been full. Now it was dust. "Are you coming?" The voice came from the fog. Silas. He was there. Always there. He wore a wool coat. It was too bright. Yellow. It looked like a wound. "I am here," she...

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