The Faded Chronicle

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Thorne, you are summoned. The voice came from the shadows of the antechamber, low and gravelly, stripping the name of its honorifics until it sounded like a command to a dog. Julian Thorne did not turn immediately. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the King’s archive, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the leather grip worn smooth by twenty years of service. The air in the corridor...

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