The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One The highway cut through the cane fields like a scar that refused to heal, and the trucks idled in long, rumbling lines that stretched back toward the warehouse district where the sugar was pressed and the air tasted of wet chalk and diesel. I worked the night shift at the middle school cafeteria, a job that required less skill than patience, standing over the steam tables while the...

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