The Faded Chronicle

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The dream arrived not as a whisper but as a crushing weight, a visceral pressure against the sternum that felt less like imagination and more like the memory of a stone being lifted off a grave. Thomas Bradshaw woke in the narrow, airless cell beneath the keep of Blackwood Castle, the damp cold of the medieval stone seeping into his marrow, and he knew with the sudden, terrifying clarity of a...

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