The Faded Chronicle

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The iron of your sword sings against the mail of the man you are killing, a high, thin note that cuts through the roar of the crowd and the stench of the gutters, and you remember, with a clarity that feels like a physical blow, that your father’s hands smelled of this same metallic tang, of rust and dried blood, and you hate him for it, you hate the city for being so old and so cruel, and you...

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