The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the cobblestones and the iron grates of the city, a place where the steam from the vents rose in ghostly plumes to mingle with the smog and the memory of old fires. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair in the corner of the library, his hands resting on a leather-bound ledger...

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