The Faded Chronicle

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The fog in the Blackwood did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool that swallowed the road and the men who walked it. Sergeant Elias Thorne marched with his head down, his boots striking the wet earth in a steady, rhythmic beat that seemed to vibrate through his bones. He was forty years old, a man carved from the same hard oak as the trees that lined the path, and he carried a leather-bound book...

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