The Faded Chronicle

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The fish boats in Cienfuegos were already dragging their nets through the grey water, the engines coughing black smoke into the damp air while the town scraped itself awake beneath a sky that promised nothing but more grey. Amélie LaCour stood on the pier at thirty-one of Corvid Lane, her boots caked in the red mud of the tea hills, watching the quota lists chalked on the wall. She was...

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