The Faded Chronicle

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You are walking on the ridge line where the moor meets the stone wall, and the wind is cutting through your coat like a knife. It is cold, a deep, marrow-chilling cold that feels less like weather and more like judgment. You do not know why you are here. You do not know why you are wearing the tunic of the King’s Guard, the heavy wool itching against your neck, the weight of the sword at your...

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