The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One There is a specific weight to silence when it is bought with debt. I knew this weight better than I knew the smell of wet wool, for I had carried it in the hollow of my chest since the foreclosure notice arrived, yellowing on the counter of my office like a dead leaf. It was November, and the monsoon had broken, leaving the streets of the caravanserai town running with brown sludge...

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