The Faded Chronicle

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Thomas. The name was spat out by the Captain of the Guard, a sound that carried the weight of the iron helmet he wore, heavy and cold in the early morning light that slanted through the high windows of the Great Hall. You stood in the shadow of the oak pillar, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the familiar ache in your knuckles from the previous night’s watch. The hall was empty of...

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