The Faded Chronicle

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The pen slips from your fingers, rolling across the table to join the spilled coffee in a dark, viscous pool. You stare at the ink smearing the affidavit, the black stain spreading like a bruise on the paper. It is the annual Harvest Gala, the air thick with the smell of roasted chestnuts and damp wool, and the sound of the crowd is a low, constant hum that vibrates in your teeth. You are...

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