The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-18 07:15:50 -

The feast is loud. It is a wall of sound. You are at the far end of the long table. The wood is cold under your hands. The candles gutter. The wax drips like blood. You are the Inquisitor. You wear the black coat. The coat is old. The wool itches. You do not move. You watch the Lord. Lord Ashworth sits at the head. He eats with a knife. The knife is sharp. He laughs. The sound is wet. He drinks...

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