The Faded Paradox
The candle gutters. The wax pools. You are alone in the chamber. The air is thick with dust and the scent of old paper. You are a clerk. You are a scribe. Your hands are stained with ink. The ink is black. The ink is dry. You are not a man of power. You are a man of duty. The tower is high. The stones are cold. You can feel the weight of the crown above you. It is a heavy thing. The King is...
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