The Faded Chronicle

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The iron bit in his mouth tasted of rust. It tasted of old blood. Malcolm spat into the dust. The dust was grey. The dust was thick. He stood in the center of the courtyard. The stones were cold. The stones were wet. He looked at the chain. The chain was heavy. The chain was cold. He looked at the gate. The gate was barred. The gate was high. He was the Warden. He was the King. He was nothing....

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