The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One “Debt incurred: 14.00 hours. Item: Silence. Rate: 500 PKR/hr.” Sadia Wazir read the line twice. The ink was still wet, glistening in the dim light of the Wazir estate’s library. She was thirty-four years old, a soldier who had spent the last decade in the field, yet her hands trembled as she held the ledger. The book was old, bound in leather that had cracked and peeled like dead...

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