The Faded Chronicle

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I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the dream still clinging to the corners of my mind like a wet wool sock that refuses to dry, a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against my ribs as the grey light of the morning crept through the cracks in the shutters of my small office in the old quarter of Ashford. It had been a dream of water, deep and black, where something...

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