The Faded Chronicle

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Act I "You're staring at the wall again, Refugio, and you’re not even seeing it, you’re just letting your eyes rot while the house eats us alive," Elena said, her voice sharp enough to cut the dust motes hanging in the grey light of the kitchen. I did not look up from the table, where the type case sat open, the q missing from its metal tray, a small black hole in the alphabet that seemed to...

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