The Faded Chronicle

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The tongs were heavy, iron-bound at the ends, and Elias Thorne held them with a grip that turned his knuckles the color of old parchment. At the center of the great hall, surrounded by the roar of thirty lords and the clatter of silver on stone, he lifted the oak branch from its velvet cushion. It was a twisted thing, dark as dried blood, kept for twenty years in the shadow of his counting...

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