The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, against the leaded glass of the keep. Seraphina stood by the window, watching the mist swallow the courtyard below. She wore the grey robes of the Order, but they felt heavy, like wet stone. In her hands, she held a small, intricate object. It was a bird, carved from dark wood. Its wings were spread wide, frozen in a moment of flight. The wood was...

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