The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-19 06:08:59 -

The gate slammed shut behind me, the sound a final, heavy exhalation of iron that seemed to swallow the last of the autumn light. I stood in the courtyard, the cold biting at my cheeks, watching the man I had trusted with my life walk away without looking back. It was strange, how the air felt thinner here, as if the very oxygen had been siphoned off by the towering stone walls that enclosed...

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