The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wet wool of your cloak and the cold iron of your shield. You stood at the edge of the Blackwood, a stretch of forest that had no name in the royal maps, only a rumor that the trees there drank the light. In your hand, you held the object. It was not a sword, nor a mace, nor a coin of the crown. It was a small,...

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