The Faded Chronicle

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The bell rang. It rang for the shift change. I was standing in the rain. The rain was cold. It bit into my skin. I wore the coat. It was black. It was heavy. It smelled of wet wool and iron. The town was grey. The stones were slick. I held the staff. The staff was wood. It was old. I had carried it for twenty years. My hands were steady. My name is Thomas. I am a Watchman. We keep the peace. Or...

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