The Faded Chronicle

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Act I Antonio Mendoza had not slept in three days, not truly, but in the shallow, fever-dreams where the air tasted of rust and the light was always the color of a bruise. He sat on the edge of the prefab bed in the warehouse store, the floorboards groaning under the weight of his exhaustion, and watched the meltwater rise in the cellar below, a physical fact that seeped up through the concrete...

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