The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered against the stone roof of the watchtower, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to echo the beating of your own heart. You stood at the edge of the precipice, looking down into the valley where the fog lay thick and white. You were not alone. Thomas stood beside you. He was your brother in all but blood. He had been your shadow for ten years, your...

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