The Faded Chronicle
The rain hits the glass. Hard. You stand there. You do not move. The house is cold. The fire is dead. Ashes. Only ashes. You are a guard. A keeper of the gate. Not a king. Not a god. Just a man with a sword and a duty. The duty is old. Older than the stone. Older than the tree outside. Look at the tree. The oak. It stands in the yard. It has been there for a hundred years. It does not care...
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