The Faded Chronicle

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The rain tapped a steady, rhythmic code against the high windows of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a sound that had accompanied Elias Thorne for thirty years. At fifty-two, his hands were steady as he packed the last of his effects into a cardboard box, the motion precise and mechanical, denying the tremor that lived in his chest. He held the tarnished brass compass, a relic from his...

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