The Faded Chronicle
The smoke was still rising when Mayor Halloway arrived. Elias Thorne stood in the street, forty-two years old, watching the skeleton of his workshop twist in the heat. He wanted his life back. He wanted the fire investigated. What he got was Halloway, wearing a suit that cost more than Elias’s yearly rent, holding a clipboard like a shield. "Tragic, Elias. Truly tragic," Halloway said, his...
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