The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The iron gate shuddered. It groaned against its rusted hinges, a sound like a dying beast. Silas stood in the courtyard, rain slicking his hair to his skull. He was not a man of court. He was a man of the mines, of soot and silence, now an exile in this gilded cage. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. Around him, the guards raised their rifles. They were young. Too young. Their eyes were...

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