The Faded Chronicle

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The static tastes of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you stand in the vast, glass-walled atrium of the Sovereign’s Palace, watching the morning light fracture through the panes into a thousand jagged, iridescent shards that dance across the marble floor like spilled mercury. You are Elias, twelve years old and small for your age, wearing the stiff,...

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