The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a gray, persistent weight against the high windows of the Keep. You stood by the fire, the heat of the dying embers pulling at your face, and watched the water streak down the ancient glass. The stone walls of the tower were damp, breathing a cold mist that clung to your skin. You were a man of law, or so the title suggested, but in this isolated...
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