The Faded Chronicle

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The frost bit deep into the roots of the blackberry brambles, cracking the earth with a sound like dry bone snapping, and I stood there, my breath a thin ghost in the air, watching the last of the berries turn to black leather. It was the third winter since I had crossed the sea, leaving behind the warm, red clay of our home to seek a life in this cold, iron-grey country where the laws were...

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