The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the slate roof of the Keep of St. Jude until the air itself seemed to vibrate with a low, mournful thrum that resonated in the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, his armor dented and stained with a substance that was no longer entirely blood, the cold seeping through the gaps in his plate mail, a...

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