The Faded Chronicle

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet iron and the oppressive, velvet silence of a corridor that stretched infinitely into a darkness that was not merely the absence of light but the presence of a heavy, suffocating weight, a weight that pressed against the sternum and demanded a kind of submission that Edward Ashworth had spent the better part of his thirty-four years trying...

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