The Faded Chronicle

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The coat was red. Not a bright red. A deep, arterial red. It hung on the hook by the door of the mill office. I saw it on the first day. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a new hire. I came from London. I came to this place called Oakhaven. It is a town of smoke and slate. The river runs brown with tannin. The air tastes of iron and coal dust. I work the loom. My hands bleed. The rhythm is strict....

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