The Faded Chronicle
The letter from the Dean arrived on a Tuesday, the envelope thick and heavy with the weight of finality. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his study, the rain lashing against the single pane of glass, his right hand gripping the paper until the knuckles turned white. His left sleeve, empty and starched, hung limp against his side, a void that the town of Millbrook insisted was still feeling...
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