The Faded Chronicle

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The mud sucks at your boots. It is a cold, heavy grip that pulls at your ankles as you run. You are bleeding from the left temple. The blood is hot and thick, mixing with the rain on your face. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The whistle blows. It is a sharp, thin sound that cuts through the fog. It is the sound of the guard tower. It is the sound of the law. You are Thomas. You are a man who...

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