The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in the Sector did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray mist that tasted of copper and old dust. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Hall of Echoes, a vast, circular chamber where the walls were not stone but woven strands of frozen time. He was a man who had worn his uniform until the fabric had become part of his skin, the badge on his chest a dull, tarnished thing that no...

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