The Faded Chronicle

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You wake with the taste of iron and old dust in your mouth, the metallic tang of blood that has dried on your lower lip. The room is a cell of brick and shadow, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool. You are in the undercroft of the St. Jude’s Ironworks, a place where the light from the streetlamps above filters down through a single, grimy grate, turning the darkness into a...

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