The Faded Chronicle

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The champagne was warm, a mistake in the ice bucket that matched the sweat on Elias Thorne’s neck. He stood in the center of the drawing room, the air thick with the scent of lilies and old varnish, watching his father, Arthur, navigate the crowd with the cold precision of a man inspecting a condemned building. It was Elias’s forty-second birthday, a celebration he had thrown to secure the only...

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