The Faded Chronicle

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The house smelled of wet wool and old pennies. Elias stood by the window. The rain tapped against the glass. A steady rhythm. Like a clock. Or a heart. He watched the garden. The roses were gone. Only thorns remained. He turned his back on the view. He looked at the table. The bowl sat in the center. Porcelain. White. Chipped at the rim. Inside it, a liquid. Clear. Gold. It shimmered under the...

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