The Faded Chronicle

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The count of the split knuckles was four, and the count of the men still breathing in the courtyard was ninety-two, a tally that Elias Thorne kept in his head with the grim precision of a man who had spent twenty years measuring the distance between order and chaos. The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the concrete slick and black under the flickering sodium lights, and the air smelled of...

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