The Faded Chronicle

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The iron was cold. It had been cold for three days. Miles held the sword. The handle was wrapped in leather, worn smooth by generations of hands. His own palms were slick with sweat. He did not let go. The hall was silent. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light that cut through the high windows. The stone floor was cold under his boots. He stood in the center of the room. Lord Ashworth sat on...

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