The Faded Chronicle

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The quill snapped against the parchment, the point of it shattering into three black shards that scattered like seeds across the wet, unfinished line of text, and I stared at the broken tip, my hand trembling not from cold but from the sheer, physical exhaustion of a man who has spent three years translating the past into a present that no longer wishes to exist. The ink, a mixture of oak gall...

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