The Faded Chronicle

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The rain does not fall so much as it presses, a heavy, wet hand against the stone of the keep, sealing the world outside into a gray, formless void that feels less like weather and more like a judgment. You are standing in the center of the circular guard room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool, stale iron, and the faint, cloying sweetness of the dried herbs hanging from the rafters,...

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