The Faded Chronicle

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The air in the Grand Hall of the Whitmore Conservatory tasted of dust and old copper, a metallic tang that Edward Ashworth had long since stopped noticing, or perhaps simply learned to swallow alongside his daily rations of silence. He sat at the heavy oak desk, his fingers tracing the grain of the wood with a reverence that bordered on the sacred, though to any observer from the upper floors,...

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