The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Elias woke with the taste of iron and old stone in his mouth. He was standing in the Hall of Mirrors. It was not a real hall. It was a dream, or perhaps a memory that had calcified into something harder than flesh. The floor was black marble, polished until it reflected the chandeliers above like a dark, stagnant pond. The air smelled of damp wool and fear. He was a man of few words. He had...

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