The Faded Chronicle

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Thorne, you’re letting the ink freeze again. The voice came from the doorway, sharp as a snapped twig, belonging to Julian Vane, a man whose suit cost more than Elias Thorne’s annual salary and who carried the smell of coal smoke and expensive cologne into the hushed silence of the library. Elias looked up from the ledger, his fingers numb, the quill trembling in his grip. The ink in the well...

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