The Faded Chronicle

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The ink was already spreading, a dark, wet stain blooming across the parchment in a way that defied the dryness of the room, eating into the fibers of the paper as if the words themselves were bleeding from a wound that had never been cleaned. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair in the parlor, his hands resting on his knees, fingers curled loosely around the edges of the leather satchel...

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