The Faded Paradox
Your hand is broken. The knuckles are swollen. They look like knotted roots. You hold them out. You do not look at them. You look at the floor. The stone is cold. It bites your shoes. You are in the Hall of Whispers. It is a place of shadows. The air smells of wet wool. It smells of old blood. You are a soldier. You are a keeper. You are a ghost in a uniform. The Master stands before you. He is...
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