The Faded Chronicle

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The dream began with the sound of tearing silk. It was a sharp, wet noise, like a tongue snapping against a roof. Elias woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the taste of iron and dust on his lips. He lay in the straw bed of the guest room, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old stone. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows of the castle, a rhythmic drumming that...

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