The Faded Chronicle
You walk. The road is long. The mud is deep. You are a soldier. You are also a ghost. The fog sits low on the valley floor. It tastes like iron. Your boots are heavy. Your heart is heavier. You carry a satchel. Inside is a book. It is old. The leather is cracked. The pages are yellow. It is the Chronicle of the Dead. You are its keeper. You are its prisoner. The village is ahead. Smoke rises...
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