The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered against the hooded cloak of Sir Aldous Vane. The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, rhythmic thud. He walked the King’s Road. The road was a scar across the moor. The sky was a bruise. Dark. Purple. Black. Aldous was a man of few words. His face was a mask of weathered leather. The wind cut through his wool. It found the gaps in his armor. He...

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