The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, deliberate exhalation from the bruised sky that seemed to press down upon the spires of the old district with the weight of centuries, and within the high, dust-choked rooms of the Whitmore Foundation, Elias Thorne stood before the window, watching the water trace its grimy paths down the glass, his reflection a ghostly...

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