The Faded Chronicle

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The train hissed into the station, spitting steam that smelled of coal and wet wool. Elias Vance stepped down, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to the platform’s edge. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that trembled not from the cold but from the weight of the ledger in his bag. He needed to sell the house. He needed the money before his mother’s cough turned to blood. The...

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