The Faded Chronicle

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The sky did not crack; it dissolved. One moment the air above the Great Hall was thick with the smell of roasted goose and spilled ale, the next it was a sheet of white static, humming with a frequency that made Elias’s teeth ache. He stood by the window, his hand resting on the hilt of his ceremonial sword, a blade of polished steel that had never tasted blood but had tasted enough rust to...

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