The Faded Chronicle

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In her hands, the grain of the contract was heavy, the paper brittle and dry against her palms, a weight that seemed to pull her fingers down into the damp earth of the mill floor. The air in the Kestrel Mill smelled of wet stone and stale wheat, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Elara stood before the central water trough, the surface of which was not quite still,...

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