The Faded Chronicle

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The elm tree stood in the center of the square, its bark peeling in long, pale strips like dead skin. It was an old tree, older than the stone chapel, older than the brickwork of the town hall, older than the memory of most who walked beneath its sprawling canopy. In autumn, the leaves would turn a bruised purple before falling, and the town would smell of damp earth and woodsmoke. For Elias...

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