The Faded Chronicle

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Elias Thorne, you’ll answer to the council at dawn, or I’ll have the guard take you by the collar. The voice of the town clerk, a man whose breath smelled of stale tobacco and fear, cut through the damp air of the watchtower. Elias did not turn. He stood before the window, watching the mist curl around the eaves of Oakhaven, a gray tongue licking at the stone. The cold seeped through his coat,...

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