The Faded Chronicle

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The notice of audit lay on the desk, a single sheet of heavy cream paper that smelled of dust and dried oak shavings. Elias Thorne read the line regarding the final ledger of the late Duke, his fingers hovering over the inkwell, the nib of his pen trembling slightly as if it were a live insect. He was forty-two years old, and the Ministry of Records viewed his meticulousness not as a virtue but...

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