The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell like hammered iron on the slate roof. I stood in the alley behind the constabulary. My hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of the sword in my scabbard. It was a relic. A piece of my father’s legacy. The steel was pitted. The hilt was wrapped in fraying leather that smelled of old blood and dust. I was a man of the law. I had sworn an oath. I kept it. But the law is a cold...

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