The Faded Chronicle

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The iron gate of the estate groaned in the wind, a sound like a dying breath drawn through a throat clogged with rust and old blood, and Thomas Bradshaw stood before it with his sword drawn, the blade trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the history that pressed against his chest, a physical pressure that made his vision blur at the edges while the rain, cold and...

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