The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and the iron railings of the old municipal hall. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office, a small, windowless room on the fourth floor that smelled of damp wool and stale tea, watching the water bead on the glass. He was a man of middling height and middling...

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