The Faded Chronicle

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The iron gates of Blackwood Keep did not open so much as they exhaled, a long, rusted sigh that carried the weight of three centuries of rain and the heavy, damp smell of the loam that had been packed tight against the stone for generations. Thomas Bradshaw walked through them with the steady, mechanical gait of a man who had long since ceased to wonder at the inefficiency of the world, his...

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