The Faded Chronicle

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"You’re late, Arthur." The voice did not come from the hallway. It came from the walls. It came from the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light that cut through the grimy windowpane. It was dry, like the sound of a page turning in an empty room. You freeze. Your hand is still on the doorknob, your knuckles white. The handle is cold, slick with the dampness that always seeps...

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