The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-20 10:17:27 -

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, final sound, pulling the weight of my armor into the earth. I was still swinging when the first arrow took me in the shoulder. It was not a clean strike. It was a clumsy, desperate thing, fired from a hand that trembled with the cold. The shaft buried itself deep, turning my vision into a smear of gray and red. I dropped the sword. It clattered against the...

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