The Faded Chronicle

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Elias Thorne held the leather strap of his father’s watch in his fingers, the material dry and brittle under his thumb, the face cracked along the three o’clock position like a dried riverbed. He sat at his desk in the St. Jude’s Municipal Library, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate in his molars, and he stared at the open drawer of Mayor Halloway’s...

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