The Faded Chronicle

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I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the residual weight of a dream that had not quite released me from its grip, a vision where the sky was a bruised plum and the stones of the castle were weeping tears of black sludge. I lay there for a long while, staring at the oak beams that crossed the ceiling of my small, drafty chamber, listening to the wind whine against the single...

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