The Faded Chronicle

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The shovel bit into the black earth with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne wiped the coal dust from his brow with a forearm that was slick and grey. He was thirty-four years old, and the pension ledger in his pocket felt heavier than the iron pickaxe in his hand, a weight that pressed against his hip bone with every rhythmic swing. The cellar beneath the border station was a sealed...

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