The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the city of Veridia into a watercolor of dissolving edges. Thomas Kael stood in the center of the intersection, his boots squelching in the muck that pooled around the cracked asphalt, and watched the neon sign of the local pharmacy bleed pink light into the wet pavement. He had been awake for three days, not...

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