The Faded Chronicle

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The ledger weighed four pounds, a dense block of leather and paper that Elias Thorne carried like a stone in his chest. He had counted the entries three times, verifying the dates, the signatures, the faint smell of iron gall ink that clung to the pages even after a century. Outside, the November wind hammered against the high windows of the Halloway Institute, a rhythmic pounding that matched...

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