The Faded Chronicle

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The mist did not lift so much as it thickened, a grey woolen shroud that strangled the valley and the stone walls of the priory until the world outside the high, narrow windows ceased to exist, leaving only the damp chill that seeped through the mortar and the heavy, rhythmic thud of my own heart against the cold iron of the cell bars. I am a prisoner of this silence, not merely by the locking...

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