The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall smelled of rot and roses. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, thick and sweet, like the air before a storm breaks over a dead field. Elias sat at the edge of the long table, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of wine that tasted of iron. Across from him, the High Magistrate, a man whose face was a mask of polished bone, smiled. It was a smile that did...

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