The Faded Chronicle

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The feast was loud, a roaring mouth of fire and laughter that filled the great hall of the keep, but you were quiet, sitting in the shadow of the pillar, holding the heavy iron key in your palm. It was a simple thing, forged of black iron, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use, but to you it was a relic, a mirror of your own hardened soul, a key that unlocked nothing but the door to your own...

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