The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and old blood. Malcolm stood in the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of centuries. He was a man of duty. A keeper of the gate. His uniform was dark, pressed sharp against his ribs. It was not a modern uniform. It was wool and leather, stitched with silver thread that shimmered like frost. He did not remember...

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