The Faded Chronicle

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"Look at it," said Silas. "It’s not right." Maren wiped her hands on her apron. The wool was stiff. It smelled of lanolin and old blood. She did not look up. "It is what it is, brother." "Justice," Silas said. He leaned against the doorframe. The wood creaked. "We have no justice here. Not in this town. Not in this kingdom. We are thieves. That is what we are. Small, hungry thieves." Maren kept...

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