The Faded Paradox
You wake with the taste of copper on your tongue and the weight of the room pressing against your eardrums. It is not the morning. It is not the afternoon. The light does not change, so it does not matter. You are in the study, the same study you have inhabited for what feels like decades, though the calendar on the wall has stopped turning. You are a scholar. You know this because you remember...
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