The Faded Chronicle
The frost had already claimed the windowpanes of the infirmary, turning the glass into a chaotic mosaic of white fractures that mirrored the shattering of the world I had known, a world that had collapsed not with a thunderous bang but with the quiet, relentless creak of a foundation giving way under the weight of its own silence. I sat in the corner, where the light from the single tallow...
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