The Faded Chronicle

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Act I The kilns in the quarter were burning through the night, their orange glow reflecting off the wet cobblestones and turning the steam from the vents into a thick, suffocating fog that smelled of sulfur and wet wool. It was a season when the grain failed and the credit was tight, and every man in the town knew that the road was coming to take the good field, a fact that hung over the looms...

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