The Faded Chronicle

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The banquet hall of the Hargreave Ironworks smelled of roasted goose and stale beer, a thick, cloying fog that settled over the polished brass of the trophy cases lining the walls. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded tightly in your lap, the fabric of your waistcoat damp with sweat despite the chill in the air. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, master machinist, and the man who...

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