The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One Elvira Gentile had always known that the end would look like a beginning, a door closing on one side and opening on the other, but she had not expected the cold to be so specific. Standing on the platform at the provincial station, she watched the steam rise from the tracks, a white ghost that dissolved into the gray February air, and felt the sealed jar against her hip, heavy as a...
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