The Faded Chronicle

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The air in the library tasted of wet plaster and old paper, a cloying scent that Elias Thorne had tried to ignore for three days but could no longer mask. He stood rigid by the shattered window frame, his uniform crisp against the decay of the room, and pointed a gloved finger at his younger sister, who was kneeling on the floor, her hands pressed against the dust as if listening to a...

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