The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One "You are holding the burin like a dagger, Fernand, not a tool for the skin of the metal," old Thorne said, his voice dry as the dust that hung in the air of the workshop, a silence that had settled over the arrondissement since the midsummer rain began to fall, cold as March despite the height of the season. Fernand Bouchard did not look up from the copper plate. The light from the...

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