The Faded Chronicle

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The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, gluttonous sound. Rain hammered the tin roof of the abandoned watchtower, a rhythmic drumming that did nothing to quiet the ringing in his ears. He was thirty-two years old, and he wanted only to survive the night shift so he could see Clara. She waited at the base camp, her face a fixed point in his chaotic mind, a promise of warmth and...

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