The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall; it hammered, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window into a smear of charcoal and slate. Inside the small, cramped office of the Department of Antiquities, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of my coat over thirty years of service. I sat before the desk, my hands resting on...

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