The Faded Chronicle

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The trowel bit into the plaster with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne did not flinch. He was fifty-two, and his hands were steady, though the cold in the nave of St. Jude’s Chapel had begun to seep into the marrow of his wrists. He was working on the north wall, where the fresco of St. Jude had begun to peel, revealing the rough stone beneath. The restoration was due for final...

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