The Faded Chronicle

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The rain tapped against the glass of the windowpane. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a clock. Like a heartbeat. Arthur Vane sat in the high chair of the office. The room was cold. The coal fire had burned down to gray ash. He watched the steam rise from his cup of tea. It curled into the darkness. He was seventy years old. His hands were thin. The skin was like parchment. He held the...

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