The Faded Chronicle

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The rain hammered the skylight like a frantic hand begging for entry. I sat at the desk, the wood slick with condensation, and watched the water streak down the glass in jagged, silver lines. Outside, the city of Chicago blurred into a gray smear, indifferent to the storm. Inside, the air was thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and decay. I held the magnifying glass in my right hand. It...

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