The Faded Chronicle

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The Great Hall of Aethelgard did not smell of roasting meat or spilled wine, as the chronicles of old had promised it would, but rather of wet slate, ozone, and the peculiar, metallic tang of fear distilled from a thousand souls standing in the shadows of the pillars. I stood at the far end of the dais, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, the leather of my gloves creaking with a sound that...

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