The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in Cleveland didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker, a black varnish that coated the brickwork of the old mill district and turned the gutters into rivers of oil and rust. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Superior Avenue, his collar turned up against a wind that cut through his thin flannel shirt with the precision of a scalpel, and watched the water drip from the...

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