The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that soaked into the wool of Silas Vane’s coat and clung to the bones of the wagon wheels, turning the red clay of the valley into a thick, sucking paste that threatened to swallow the cart whole. Silas sat upright, his spine a rigid rod of pain, his hands gripping the reins with a white-knuckled intensity that spoke less of...

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