The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain lashed the stone. I stood guard. The tower was cold. My bones ached. I held my spear. The iron was heavy. It tasted of rust. And blood. Old blood. I was a man of duty. I wore the grey. The cap was tight. It crushed my brow. I felt the weight. Of the world. Above me. The sky was black. No stars. Just clouds. Thick and low. They pressed down. Like a hand. On my chest. Inside, the fire...

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