The Faded Chronicle

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You stand in the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the stale, sweet perfume of lilies that have been dying in their crystal vases for days, and you feel the weight of the velvet coat draped over your shoulders not as a garment but as a second skin, a heavy, suffocating armor woven from the threads of your mother’s final breath and the whispered...

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