The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-21 09:30:10 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the village square into slick, black mirrors reflecting the crumbling faces of the saints in the church window, and I walked through it with my coat buttoned to the chin, listening to the drip from the eaves like the ticking of a clock that measured not time but the slow erosion of my own certainty,...

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