The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in Millhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the soot-stained sky and the weary faces of those who walked them. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the boarding house, watching the streetlights flicker to life against the encroaching dusk. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and boiled...

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