The Faded Chronicle

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Act I The mapmaker’s hands were not unsteady; they were merely old. Andres Robles, forty years into the trade, sat before the parchment in the back room of the manor, the smell of wet wool and old paper thick in his throat. He was charting the shifting borders of the Whispering Vale, a task meant to secure his guild contract before the probate of the estate settled. The ink moved on the page....

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