The Faded Chronicle

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The dream tasted of copper and ash. Silas woke with his hands pressed into the pillow. The linen was damp. He did not move. He lay still in the grey dawn light filtering through the grimy window of his attic room. The air was thick with the smell of coal smoke and old paper. His body felt heavy. It felt wrong. He was a detective, or had been, until the funds ran out and the badge sat in a...

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