The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You are standing in the center of the Keep, and the air is so thick with the smell of damp stone and old sweat that you can taste the dust on your tongue. It is a vertical shaft of light, thin and pale, cutting through the gloom of the high tower, illuminating a single, ragged woolen coat hanging from a hook in the corner. The coat is yours, or it was, before the ritual began, before the blood...

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