The Faded Chronicle

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You wake in the silt. The mud is cold. It seeps into your wool coat. You are in the reeds. The wind is a thin blade. You remember the book. You remember the name. Elias. You are walking. The path is a ribbon of grey. It cuts through the fen. The sky is a slab of lead. You do not feel fear. You feel a hollow ache. It is in your chest. It is in your teeth. You are a scholar. You study things that...

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