The Faded Chronicle

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The carriage wheels groaned against the loose gravel of the drive, a sound that seemed to scrape the last of the daylight from the sky as Elias Thorne stepped down into the damp, heavy air of Blackwood Manor. He was forty-two years old, a man whose hands were permanently stained with the grey dust of limestone and the black soot of kilns, and he carried with him a reputation for precision that...

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