The Faded Chronicle

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The road was slick. Mud sucked at my boots. I carried the satchel. It was heavy. Lead-lined. Cold. I walked. The rain fell hard. It tasted of iron. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or hope. I couldn't tell. They felt the same now. I reached the gate. Iron. Rusty. It groaned when I pushed. The house loomed. Stone. Dark. A fortress against the world. I stopped. My breath misted. I looked...

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