The Faded Chronicle

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The ink on the page began to fade before you had even finished the sentence, a slow bleeding of black into the white paper that left behind only the ghost of a date. You rubbed your eyes, the dry friction of skin against skin a sharp contrast to the cold, stagnant air of the library, and looked again at the chronicle you were trying to finish. It was 1893, and you were forty years old, confined...

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