The Faded Chronicle

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The ledger was heavier than it looked, bound in cracked leather that smelled of damp cellar and old tobacco. Thomas Vane held it against his chest, the weight of it a cold anchor in the fog that rolled off the river. He had walked for three hours to get here, his boots sinking into the mud of the path that bordered the magistrate’s estate, a path he had patrolled for twenty years until the...

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