The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The mud was thick as porridge and tasted of iron and old rot. I was on my back, the weight of the enemy’s blade pressing against my throat, the cold steel singing a low, vibrato note against the skin. Above me, the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with the smoke of burning thatch. I was not afraid. Fear had burned out of me three days ago, when we lost the eastern gate. Now there was only the...

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