The Faded Chronicle

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Act I I was scrubbing the mud from the soles of my boots when the tribunal clerk slid the file across the desk. Mehdi Kazemi, the name was printed in ink that had dried unevenly, a smear of bureaucratic negligence. The brass compass at my waist grew cold, a domestic chill that seeped through the wool of my tunic, humming a low, dissonant note that only I could hear. It was the only thing in the...

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