The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the city into a watercolor smear of stone and shadow. In the cramped, dimly lit study on the third floor of the Whitmore house, Arthur stood before the window, his reflection ghostly against the wet glass. He held a single, dried sprig of lavender in his hand, its purple hue faded to a...

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