The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell on the city of Aethelgard like a funeral shroud, heavy and cold. It drummed against the stone roof of the Watch Tower. Elias stood by the window. He watched the street below. The water ran in grey rivers. It carried the mud of the day. He held the iron key in his hand. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing that felt real. The key opened the archive. The archive held the...

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