The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One Hillechien Visser remembered the smell of wet wool and old varnish before he remembered the silence, a retrospective haze that settled over the canals of Oud-Vliet like a second skin. He had been a millwright, a man who traveled to fix the gears of other people’s livelihoods, but now he stood in the Guildhall, accused of stealing the Mayor’s ledger, a crime that had turned his hands...
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