The Faded Chronicle

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Thorne, come here a moment, the voice of Master Aldous rang out across the dusty floor of the archive, sharp and brittle as a twig snapping under a boot, and you stopped your work immediately, your hands hovering over the spine of a ledger that had been damp for three days. You wiped your fingers on your apron, the fabric stiff with dried ink and the gritty residue of old paper, and walked...

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