The Faded Chronicle

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The hall was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and old wood polish, a cloying perfume that clung to the back of Elias’s throat like a secret he had not yet confessed. He stood near the edge of the banquet table, his hands clasped tightly around a glass of water, watching the crystal chandeliers sway gently in the draft that leaked through the high, arched windows. Outside, the autumn...

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