The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the skin of the town like a second, colder epidermis. Elias Thorne stood at the end of the pier, his back rigid, the weight of the service pistol holstered at his hip feeling less like a tool and more like an anchor dragging him into the silt. He was a man carved from the same stubborn granite as the harbor...

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