The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet iron, a scent that clung to the back of the tongue like a bitter pill. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the Aetherium, a vast, cylindrical chamber suspended in a void of swirling, bruised clouds. He was not a man of the earth anymore; he was a construct of duty, a blade wrapped in flesh. In this place, time did not flow; it pooled, thick and...

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