The Faded Chronicle

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The wind that swept through the valley did not merely blow; it pushed, a physical weight that rattled the shutters of the old textile mill until they banged against the brickwork with a sound like a fist demanding entry. Pyotr Sokolov sat in the loft of the department store, the air thick with the dry chill of the upper floor, his fingers stained black with the ink he had mixed that morning...

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