The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The feast was a wound in the silence of the hall. You sit at the far end, the wood cold against your spine, watching the steam rise from the tureens like ghosts escaping a crypt. The air is thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and spiced wine, a heavy, cloying perfume that coats the back of your throat. You are the scholar, the keeper of the ledger, the one who understands the mechanics of...

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