The Faded Chronicle

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The tin was cold against Arthur Penhaligon’s palm, a small, dented cylinder of tin that had once held his mother’s finest cough syrup, now holding only the memory of her hands and the smell of burnt honey and thyme. It was the winter of 1912, and the town of Oakhaven, nestled in the industrial valley where the smokestacks of the mill choked the sky in perpetual grey, had turned its back on the...

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