The Faded Chronicle

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Vane! Vane, you wretch, have you no sense of time? The foreman’s voice cracked over the hiss of the steam pipes, sharp as a whip. Arthur Vane stood before the ledger, his hands trembling not from the cold of the mill floor, but from the weight of the ink stain spreading across his thumb. He was forty years old, and he felt the years pressing down on his spine like a physical load, a sack of...

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