The Faded Chronicle

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The jar of marbles shattered on the linoleum floor with a sound like a small, cold thunderclap. Thomas stood in the center of the infirmary, his hands trembling at his sides, watching the glass fragments scatter across the sterile white tiles. They glinted under the fluorescent lights, catching the dust that moted in the stagnant air. There were no marbles left. There was only the jagged,...

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