Now The Captain walks where the lantern leads, and Madam Chronicler writes what the night would rather erase. Together they cross graveyards and empty halls, collecting echoes—names, dates, whispers—and binding them into a single record: the Chronicle of Fear. Follow the light. Keep to the path. Listen closely.
Chronicle of Fear
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