The Faded Chronicle

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The feast in the cellar of the old woolen mill smelled of roasting lamb and damp earth, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to settle into the marrow of the bones, binding the gathered men and women in a shared, suffocating warmth that defied the bitter frost cracking the stone walls above. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the table, his hands stained with the dark, iridescent residue of...

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