The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed into the earth by a heavy, invisible hand, turning the streets of the district into a murky mirror that reflected the flickering, dying gaslights of the watchtowers. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the bridge, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the wool clinging to him like a second, heavier coat, and he watched the water below...

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