The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to Elias Vane’s coat and seeped into the bone. He stood at the iron gate of the Harrow Estate, the silver brooch resting against his sternum, warm and heavy as a living coal. It had been three years since the border raids, three years since Margaret’s body was found in the ditch, and three years since the...

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