The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fire started in the east wing, not with a roar, but with a sigh. It was a slow, hungry thing, eating the timber frames until the great oak doors warped and groaned under the heat. I stood in the courtyard, my armor damp with sweat, watching the sky turn the color of a bruise. Above us, the ancient stone tower of the monastery stood silent, indifferent to the chaos below. It was a place of...

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