The Faded Chronicle

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The cough started in the dry air of the office, a wet, grinding sound that seemed to tear from the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He sat alone, the late afternoon light cutting through the blinds in thin, dusty slats, and clutched the small oak sapling in his hands. It was a fragile thing, two years of his careful nursing, its leaves turning a brittle yellow at the edges despite the warm soil....

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