The Faded Chronicle
You have spent the last decade walking the edge of the map, your boots worn thin by the grit of industrial expansion, your lungs filled with the metallic taste of coal dust and ambition. You are Elias Thorne, or at least, that is the name you carry in your head, a name that feels borrowed, a vessel for a spirit that has long since been stripped of its original contents. You believe yourself to...
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