The Faded Chronicle

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The requisition form lay on the metal table, its edges curling from the damp air. Elias Thorne stared at the ink, which had begun to bleed into the cheap paper, smearing the dosage column into a dark, illegible stain. He was forty-five years old, a former cavalry officer whose hands now trembled with a palsy that no amount of discipline could steady. In the corner of the tent, Julian lay...

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