The Faded Chronicle

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The copper basin was cold against Elara’s wrists as she held the infant’s head, the water sloshing a dull, rhythmic sound against the rim. She worked quickly, her hands steady despite the tremor in her shoulders, because the Baron’s wife, Lady Hester, was already leaning over the foot of the bed, her eyes wide and unblinking, watching the dark hair on the baby’s scalp. The room smelled of wet...

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