The Faded Chronicle

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The needle slips into the rubber stopper with a sound like a bone cracking. You pull the plunger back. The liquid rises, dark and viscous, catching the dim light from the streetlamp outside. It is a thick, amber fluid, heavy with the promise of silence. Your hands do not shake. They never shake when you work, though your knees have buckled twice today. You are Elias. You are forty-two. You are...

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