The Faded Chronicle

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The mud was thick. It sucked at my boots with a wet, heavy sound. I had been running for an hour. Or maybe two. Time had lost its shape. I was chasing a shadow. Or trying to catch up with one. The air smelled of rain and rust. My lungs burned. Every breath was a fight. I was out of breath. I was out of time. The woods were dense. The trees stood like silent judges. I could hear the creek in the...

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