The Faded Chronicle

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The fire in the hearth had burned down to a bed of white ash by the time the first of the guests arrived, and the air in the parlor was thick with the scent of damp wool and old wood, a smell that seemed to cling to the skin like a second layer of cloth that one could not peel away, and I stood by the window watching the rain streak the glass in long, erratic lines that blurred the world...

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