The Faded Chronicle

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The wool of the red shawl had lost its vibrant crimson years ago, fading into the dull, bruised purple of old wine, yet it remained the only thing in the village of Oakhaven that Elias Thorne trusted. He sat in the corner of the tavern, his back pressed against the rough-hewn oak of the wall, his hands resting on his knees, fingers tracing the fraying edge of the fabric. The air smelled of...

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