The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the manor house and swallowed the sound of the world outside, leaving only the rhythmic, hollow drumming against the slate roof of the library. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to hang perpetually over the high ceiling....

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