The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-17 12:35:54 -

The mud is thick here. It clings to your boots like a wet, living thing, pulling at every step you take up the slope. You are walking with him. His name is Silas, though you rarely call him that. You call him Master, or sometimes just Friend, but mostly you say nothing at all. You walk. You climb. The air is thin and tastes of iron and old stone. You have been walking for days. The sun is high,...

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