The Faded Chronicle

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He woke in the dark. The air tasted of iron and old wool. Captain Silas Vane sat up. His body felt heavy. The weight was not in his limbs. It was in the air. He reached for his uniform. It lay on the stone floor. The fabric was black. It was not wool. It was something older. It was made of silence. He put it on. It fit perfectly. It fit too well. It knew his shape. It knew his sins. The buttons...

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