The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and stale tobacco. It was a scent that clung to the wool of my coat, a heavy, cloying perfume of celebration that felt like a burial shroud wrapped around my lungs. We were gathered to honor the fall of the Syndicate. The city’s finest sat in rows, their faces illuminated by the harsh, white glare of chandeliers that seemed to drip with cold light. I...

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