The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the manor like a second skin. I sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth, the leather creaking under the weight of my stillness, watching the fog erase the boundary between the window and the world beyond. It was a place of thick, wet silence, a labyrinth of corridors where the air...

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