The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick mirrors reflecting nothing but the low, heavy sky. Inside the stone-walled kitchen of the infirmary, the air was thick with the scent of boiled willow bark and wet wool, a pungent, ancient smell that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. Elara sat on a wooden...

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