The Faded Chronicle

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You’re late, Arthur. The warden’s voice was thin, stretched over the cold air of the office. Arthur Vane looked at the clock on the wall, the second hand ticking with a mechanical indifference that felt personal. It was eight-fifteen. He had been walking the yard for an hour, his legs stiff from the damp, waiting for the door to open. He was forty years old, though he looked older, the lines...

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