The Faded Paradox
Meredith woke with the taste of iron and old dust on her tongue, the air in the chamber thick with the scent of wet wool and candle wax. She lay on the stone floor, the cold seeping into her bones, and for a moment she did not know where she was. Then the memory came back, not as a recollection but as a weight, pressing down on her chest. She was in the Undercroft, the place beneath the Abbey...
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