The Faded Chronicle

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The frost had settled thickly on the windowpanes of the apothecary, a delicate lacework that seemed to freeze the very air inside, and old Elias Thorne stood motionless before his mirror, watching the reflection of a man who had long since ceased to exist in the eyes of his daughter, Clara. He was a figure of quiet decay, his hair the color of ash, his hands trembling not from cold, but from...

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