The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One "You will have the survey by the solstice, or you will have nothing at all." Jan Horak did not look up from his notebook. The pen scraped the paper, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the drizzle. Outside the window of the storage room, the cypress knees of the bayou corridor glistened under the grey light. The rain had been falling for three days. It soaked the wool of his coat,...
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