The Faded Chronicle

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The wind in the valley did not blow. It breathed. Elara stood on the ridge. Below, the army of the High King gathered. Thousands of spears caught the morning light. They looked like stars fallen from a cold sky. She wore the gray cloak. It was not a costume. It was her skin. It was her name. She had been a spy for three years. A ghost in the court of the Duke. She had whispered secrets. She had...

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