The Faded Chronicle

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The coin is warm in your palm, the heat of it seeping into the skin of your thumb, a small, hard thing that weighs more than it should. You flip it over. The edge is worn smooth, the metal dull, but it is silver, and that is all that matters to the man across the table. Lord Blackwood does not look at the coin. He looks at you. His smile is thin, a crack in a porcelain mask, and he counts your...

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