The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The ink was still wet. It shimmered like oil on water. Julian held the quill. His hand did not shake. He looked at the parchment. The words were clear. They were sharp. They were false. He had written the name. It was the name of the King. It was the name of the enemy. He had signed it. He had betrayed his lord. He had betrayed his soul. The room was cold. Stone walls. Grey light. Rain tapped...

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