The Faded Chronicle
The road to the High Court of Ashworth is not merely a path of dirt and stone, but a slow, grinding ascension into a silence so heavy it presses against your eardrums like the deep water, and you walk it now with your boots caked in the red clay of the lowlands, a journey that has stripped the flesh from your bones and left you hollow, a vessel waiting to be filled by the will of those who sit...
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