The Faded Chronicle

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The brass button on my uniform coat was cold, a small, hard circle of metal that I had polished until it shone like a coin. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the weight of it, the way it had felt for twenty years, a weight that now seemed to pull my hand toward the table, toward the plate of cold meat and the dark pool of spilled ale. I was Thomas Hale, forty-two, a constable...

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