The Faded Chronicle

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The whisper began in the coin-stamping room before the machinery even started, a low, rhythmic hum that seemed to rise from the iron floor itself. Arthur Vane, forty years old and a senior clerk in the Imperial Mint, felt the vibration in his teeth, a tremor that matched the irregular cadence of his own coughing. He adjusted the cracked silver watch on his wrist, the glass face spiderwebbed...

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