The Faded Chronicle

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The glue dried with a faint hiss, a sound like a kettle just before it boils, as Arthur Vane pressed the spine of the diary flat against the wooden board. It was the third of December, 1924, and the light in the study was thin and gray, filtering through curtains that had not been washed in four years. He wanted to finish the binding before the solstice. That was the rule he had set for...

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