The Faded Chronicle
The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey and relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old administrative district into a mirror of the bruised sky above, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that the great stone edifice known as the Bureau of Records stood, silent and watchful, its windows dark as empty eye sockets, waiting for the breath that would finally exhale...
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