The Faded Chronicle

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The stone did not yield to the chisel, nor did it yield to the rain, nor did it yield to the slow, grinding erosion of centuries, but it held, standing with a terrible, silent patience in the center of the village square, a monolith of grey granite that seemed to swallow the light rather than reflect it, and it was to this unmoving, unyielding thing that Elias Thorne walked, his boots sinking...

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