The Faded Chronicle

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I woke from a dream where I was counting the cracks in the plaster ceiling. In the dream, the cracks were words. They spelled out sentences I could not read. I sat up in the dark. The cold air bit my neck. I was in the Great Hall of the King’s Court. But the King was dead. The throne was empty. Only the dust remained. I looked at my hands. They were stained with ink. Black and deep. I had been...

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