The Faded Chronicle
The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, unceasing sheet that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones and the sky, turning the world outside the window of the manor house into a wash of indeterminate slate. You stood in the corridor, the heavy wool of your tunic damp with sweat despite the chill, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword you had not drawn in a decade. The house...
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