The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the capital into a mirror that reflected nothing but our own complicity. I stood at the edge of the Sovereign’s balcony, my uniform immaculate, the silver buttons of my rank catching the dim light of the gas lamps below. I was a captain in the Royal Guard, a title that felt less like an honor and...

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