The Faded Chronicle

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The air tasted of iron and old blood. Elias knelt in the mud. His sword was heavy. His hands shook. He looked at the figure before him. It was a soldier. Or what remained of one. The armor was rusted. The face was hidden behind a helm. "Who are you?" Elias asked. His voice cracked. The figure did not move. It only breathed. A wet, rattling sound. Elias stood up. He wiped his blade on his tunic....

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