The Faded Chronicle

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The morning light did not break through the glass but seemed to coalesce within the dust motes that hung suspended in the stagnant air of the greenhouse, a suspended universe of gold and gray where time had long since forgotten its obligation to move forward. Elara, whose name was spoken by the few who remembered her with a reverence that bordered on the obsessive, sat upon a bench of weathered...

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