The Faded Chronicle

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The ink on the parchment was not black, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat in the dim light of the tower room. Thomas Bradshaw held the scroll with hands that trembled, not from the cold that seeped through the stone walls of the keep, but from the terrifying weight of the words that were currently being written upon it by a quill he did not see. He...

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