The Faded Chronicle

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The fog does not lift. It thickens. It presses against your eyes like wet wool, cold and clinging. You walk. Your boots sink into the mud of a path that should not exist, a ribbon of black earth winding through a forest of pale, leafless trees that twist like arthritic fingers. You are walking toward the Hollow. You have always been walking toward the Hollow. You know this with the bone-deep...

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