The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-20 19:16:14 -

I woke up with the taste of ash and iron in my mouth, the kind of metallic tang that settles in the back of the throat after a long, hard fight or a fever that has burned through the last of your reserves, and I realized that I was no longer in the trench, nor was I in the hospital tent with its smell of carbolic soap and rotting flesh, but I was standing in a room that seemed to be made...

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