The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One The cypress knees of the bayou corridor held the weight of the rain, a sideways deluge that had battered the Finnish lakeside parish for seven days straight, turning the earth into a slurry that sucked at the boots of every soul who dared to leave the house. Inside the parish hall, the air was heavy with roasted pork and stale tobacco, a humid fog that clung to the sweat-dampened...
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