The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a fine, grey mist that clung to the ivy-choked walls of Ashworth Hall, turning the stone into something porous and weeping, a texture that seemed to absorb the light from the dying afternoon sun until the entire corridor was bathed in a damp, blue twilight that smelled of wet wool and old paper. Eleanor stood at the threshold of the library, her...

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