The Faded Chronicle

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The smell of rotting apples is a specific kind of violence, a sweet, cloying rot that clings to the back of the throat and refuses to be scrubbed away by coffee or cold water. It had been following me for three weeks, a faint but insistent presence in the university library, in my office, and now, inevitably, in the sealed archives of Blackwood Hall. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a historian...

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