The Faded Chronicle

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The pheasant was dry, and the wine tasted of copper, but Elias Thorne smiled as he poured the claret for the second time. The hall of the Millbrook Inn was thick with the scent of roasted fat and coal smoke, the air so heavy it felt like wearing a woolen scarf. He needed the loan. Three thousand pounds. Without it, the bank would seize his workshop, his tools, and the silver he had spent twenty...

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