The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-18 17:26:55 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of the high road into slick, dark mirrors. You walked with your head down, shoulders hunched against the wind, the heavy wool of your cloak soaked through to the skin. In your left hand, you held the iron key. It was not a large key, nor an ornate one, just a simple, rusted thing that fit the lock of...

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