The Faded Chronicle

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The argument was loud. It filled the hallway. “Stop it,” said Elias. His voice was thin. It cut through the air. “Stop what?” asked his daughter, Clara. She stood by the door. She held a coat. It was a long coat. It was grey. It was heavy. “Your noise,” Elias said. “The shouting.” Clara laughed. It was a dry sound. “You’re tired, Dad.” “I am precise,” Elias said. “I am not tired.” He looked at...

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