The Faded Chronicle

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The frost bit deep into the furrows. Elias walked. He was a stranger here. His boots were old. The leather cracked. Snow dusted his coat. He carried a satchel. It was heavy. Inside lay the ledger. The book of names. He had written them all. Ink on parchment. Names of the lost. Names of the dead. Names of the damned. He remembered their faces. Not clearly. Just the weight of them. The village...

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