The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-19 04:45:46 -

The hand. That was all I could see. My left hand, resting on the cold stone table, trembling like a leaf in a gale. I stared at the knuckles. They were white. Not pale. White. As if the bone had turned to marble. I had been staring at it for an hour. Or a day. Time here in the Hollow does not move in lines. It moves in circles. It moves in knots. I am not a witch. I am not a queen. I am just...

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