The Faded Chronicle

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The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the thatch and stone of the manor house, a sound so raw it seemed to strip the skin from the air. You were standing in the library, your back against the cold oak shelves, your hand resting on the hilt of the sword that had been your brother’s, and then his, and then yours. The smoke was already thick, a gray ghost curling...

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