The Faded Chronicle

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The ink in the pen was black, but to Elias Thorne it looked like a bruise, a dark smear that refused to hold its shape on the paper. He was filling out Form 74, the Application for Senior Appointment, and his hand, which had not shaken in thirty years of service, was trembling so violently that the letters wobbled into a jagged line. The office was cold, a damp chill that seeped through the...

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