The Faded Chronicle

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The mud is not merely wet; it is a living thing, a cold, sucking mouth that has swallowed your boots to the knee and is now chewing on the bones of your calves. You are in the thicket, the Blackwood, where the trees do not look like trees but like the twisted fingers of giants reaching for a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. The air tastes of iron and old blood. Your sword, a heavy piece...

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