The Faded Chronicle

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the edges of the world and turned the garden behind the house into a brown, sucking swamp, and as Julian stood on the porch in his soaked socks, watching the water pool around the ankles of the old oak tree, he felt a profound, aching tenderness for his brother, Silas, who was already three years gone but whose...

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