The Faded Chronicle

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The porcelain shard lay on the linoleum floor of the administrative annex, catching the harsh fluorescent light like a sliver of frozen blood. It was a piece of a mug, a standard-issue ceramic cup from the cafeteria, chipped in a way that suggested violence rather than accident. Elias Thorne stared at it, his knees locked, his body a rigid monument to a shame he could not name. He was the...

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