The Faded Chronicle

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The damp in the Imperial Archive did not smell like rot, but of wet wool and old paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had worn like a second skin for twenty years. He was forty, though the grey in his beard and the tremor in his hands suggested a man twice that age. On the desk before him lay a water-stained folio, its leather cover cracked, its pages brittle as autumn leaves. It was a chronicle,...

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