The Faded Chronicle

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The gas lamp in the corner of Elias Thorne’s cramped flat flickered with a sickly, yellow pulse, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to reach for the desk where he sat. It was the autumn of 1912, and the London fog had settled thickly against the single pane of glass, blurring the streetlamps outside into indistinct smears of orange light. Elias, a man of forty whose face had grown...

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