The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, weeping veil of gray that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky, and I stood in the center of the High Bridge with my sword drawn, the steel singing a low, mournful note against the wet air as the crowd below churned like a pot of boiling ash. I was a man of the Iron Ward, a creature of duty and discipline, yet in that...

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