The Faded Chronicle

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The ink on the ledger page had dried into a rust-colored stain, a small, permanent bruise on the parchment that Eleanor Whitmore stared at with a fatigue that went deeper than her bones. She was sitting in the back of a stagecoach that rattled over the broken stone of a road she did not recognize, the wheels churning up a fine, dry dust that coated her tongue and settled in the creases of her...

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