The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the muddy track into a soup of brown sludge. Elias Thorne walked. His boots sank deep with every step. The weight of the satchel on his back was a physical presence, a second spine. Inside lay the coat. It was a long wool coat, midnight blue, now gray with age and neglect. It had belonged to Colonel James Whitmore. Whitmore was dead. His...

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