The Faded Chronicle
The rain had been falling on the archive roof for three days, a steady, rhythmic drumming that Elias Thorne had long since stopped hearing, replaced instead by the scratching of his stylus on the tablet and the quiet, persistent whisper of the ink shifting on the page before him. He had wanted to finish the digitization of Mara’s final journal by Friday, a task assigned to him by Mr. Halloway...
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