The Faded Chronicle
October 14, 1893. The crystal chandeliers in the Grand Hall of Lord Vane’s estate did not merely reflect the candlelight; they fractured it into a thousand sharp, stinging shards that seemed to cut directly into my retinas, a blinding assault that felt less like illumination and more like a weapon designed to expose the flaws in the armor of the lower classes. I stood there, a...
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