The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One The dream of the water was not dark, but grey, the color of the slate roof in the Cornish drizzle that had persisted for ten days, turning the harvest into a slurry of rot and hope. Willis Tillman woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat like a bad penny. On his desk, amidst the dust of the Municipal Waterworks archive, lay a...

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