The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One The canal town of Leiden was a machine of water and wool, grinding the morning into gray sludge. Ferries creaked across the black water, carrying bundles of flax and men with mud-caked boots, while the air smelled of wet stone and rotting reeds. I stood on the dock at ninety-six of Gallows Corner, my hands shaking not from the cold, but from the order in my hand. The regime had sent...

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