The Faded Chronicle

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The ink was blacker than the night, but it had no weight, no substance, only the faint, acrid smell of iron and old dust that clung to the parchment. Aldous sat at the edge of the high table, his back to the fire, his hands resting flat on the scroll before him. The parchment was not merely a record; it was a skin, stretched and taut, bearing the scars of every decree, every execution, every...

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