The Faded Chronicle

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"Put the ink down, Elias. It’s not a hand, it’s a smudge." I looked at the page again, the wet black blur sitting on the crisp white paper like a bruise on a pale cheek. Captain Halloway’s voice was dry, stripped of the warmth he usually reserved for the men he considered his own. I was thirty-four years old, with twelve years of service in the Oakhaven Constabulary, and I had never seen a...

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