The Faded Chronicle

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The heavy oak doors of the keep groaned open, a sound like a dying breath, and Thomas Ashworth stepped into the hall. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old iron, a smell that had permeated his clothes for three days. He carried nothing but the weight of his own skin and the silence that had settled over him since the last skirmish on the ridge. His armor, once polished to a...

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