The Faded Chronicle

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The dream was not a dream but a wound that refused to close, opening in the center of Thomas’s chest where the heart had been removed and replaced with a stone of cold, wet clay. He stood in the dream on a road that stretched into a fog so thick it tasted of iron and old blood, the sky above him a bruise of purple and black, swirling with shapes that might have been birds or might have been the...

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