The Faded Chronicle

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The sound of the loom stopping was a sharp, wet crack that cut through the rhythmic thrum of the Oakhaven Mill, followed immediately by the low, grumbling murmur of a dozen women shifting in their seats. Elara Vane looked up, her hands still hovering over the hem of a wool coat, and saw the mill overseer, a man named Harrow, pointing a chalk-stained finger directly at her. "Vane," he called...

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