The Faded Chronicle

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The hall smelled of damp wool and stale beer, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the velvet drapes and the sweat of two hundred bodies pressed together in the warmth. It was the autumn gathering of the Historical Society of Harrowgate, a town that had long since stopped caring about its own history, let alone the strange, humming things that lived in its old stone bones. Elias Thorne...

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