The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-19 12:16:39 -

Mara lay in the narrow bed of the guest wing, the linen sheets cool and damp against the feverish heat of her skin, and in the dream she was not in the damp, stone-walled tower of the Citadel but standing in a vast, sun-drenched atrium where the air smelled of crushed lavender and old parchment, and she was holding a mirror that did not reflect her face but instead showed the faces of every...

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