The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-22 04:59:16 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the edges of the valley where the village of Oakhaven lay huddled like a frightened child. You stood at the center of the square, your hands wrapped around the hilt of your sword, the metal cold and unyielding against your palms, a stark contrast to the wet wool of your cloak that clung to your shoulders. Around...

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