The Faded Chronicle

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The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of the capital’s northern district, a rhythmic, grinding sound that seemed to echo the dryness in Elias Thorne’s throat. He was a man composed of sharp angles and quiet desperation, his coat frayed at the cuffs, his eyes fixed not on the passing crowds but on the heavy, iron-banded doors of the Magistrate’s residence looming before them. He...

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