The Faded Chronicle

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The mist clings to the iron bars of your cell like a living shroud, cool and damp against the wool of your uniform. You are alone, or so you believe, but the air is thick with the scent of wet stone and old blood. Your name is Thomas Bradshaw, and you are a soldier, a keeper of the law, a man who has sworn to uphold the order of this place. But the order here is strange, bent by the weight of...

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