The Faded Chronicle

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The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it merely thinned, revealing the wet, grey cobblestones of the High Street and the shop windows of the apothecary. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter, his hands trembling slightly as he polished a glass vial filled with a dark, viscous liquid. The tincture was his father’s legacy, a remedy for the wasting sickness that had taken half the village in the...

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