The Faded Chronicle

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The leather was cracked. It split like dry earth. Aldous Vane held it in his hands. It was a glove. Left hand. Heavy. Worn. The fingers were stiff. They bent only with effort. He rubbed the palm. The skin was rough. It smelled of dust. And old sweat. And something else. Something sweet. Like rotting fruit. He wore it on his left hand. Always. It fit. Too well. The fingers aligned. Perfectly....

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