The Faded Chronicle
The fire started in the basement archive on a Tuesday, which was a detail Elias Thorne would remember with the cold precision of a man whose mind had finally sharpened against the dull edge of his own ruin. He was forty-two, an archivist of modest rank in the town of Oakhaven, and he had six months left until retirement. His eyes were failing, a creeping darkness that blurred the ink into grey...
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