The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-19 16:44:47 -

The watchtower stood on the ridge. It was old. Stone and moss. Cael climbed the steps. His boots scuffed the rock. The wind was cold. It bit his neck. He looked down. The valley was quiet. Mist lay in the hollows. It looked like breath. He had been there for three days. No one had come. No one ever did. He missed Sarah. He missed the smell of her hair. He missed the way she laughed at the rain....

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