The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-18 02:33:16 -

The rain had stopped, but the mud remained. It clung to our boots like a second skin, heavy and cold. I wiped the sludge from my face with a rag that was more dirt than cloth. We were three miles from the town of Oakhaven, moving through a pine forest that smelled of rot and damp earth. The air was thin. We held our breath. Lieutenant Vane walked ahead. He did not look back. He never looked...

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