The Faded Chronicle

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The rain on the glass of the corridor window was not water but a thin, grey film of soot, sliding down in slow, viscous trails. You coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to tear at the lining of your lungs, and you clutched the ledger to your chest. The book was heavy, its leather cover slick with condensation, and the pages inside were blank, waiting for the blood that you knew, with a...

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