The Faded Chronicle

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Elias, you are bleeding again. The voice came from the doorway, low and rough with the scratch of wool against the damp stone, belonging to Brother Thomas, the cellar keeper, who stood in the archway with a rag in his hand and a look of mild, practical disgust. Elias did not look up. He could not. His eyes, which had been sharp enough to distinguish the finest hairline crack in the vellum three...

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