The Faded Chronicle

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The fever did not arrive with the sharp, violent intrusion of a blade, but rather it seeped into the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw like waterlogged timber into the foundations of an old stone house, a slow and insidious rot that began in the dreams he could no longer distinguish from the waking world. He lay in the narrow, windowless chamber of the abbey’s lower crypt, the air thick with the scent...

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