The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A grey mist clung to the windowpane of the old manor, blurring the world outside into a smear of charcoal and slate. I stood by the hearth. The fire had died to embers. The heat was gone. Only the smell of wet wool and old paper remained. My name is Elias Thorne. I was the Captain of the Household Guard. For thirty years, I held the line. The line between...

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