The Faded Chronicle

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The mud on the road to the northern pass was not merely wet but thick, a clinging paste that sucked at the boots of the patrol with a desperate, sucking sound, as if the earth itself were trying to pull them down into its cold, rotting belly. Thomas Bradshaw walked at the head of the small column, his spine rigid against the biting wind that cut through the heavy wool of his tunic, while behind...

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