The Faded Chronicle

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You stand at the edge of the moor. The wind bites. It is sharp. It is cold. You feel it in your bones. Hold the ledger. It is heavy. The leather is cracked. The pages are stained with rain and blood. You have carried it for three days. You have not slept. Your eyes burn. The light is failing. The sky is a bruise. Purple. Gray. Black. You are Thomas. You are a scribe. You are a merchant of...

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