The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the wool of my tunic and the iron of my breastplate. I stood at the edge of the village square, the mud sucking at my boots with a wet, viscous sound, watching the villagers gather. They wore faces of stone, their eyes fixed not on me, but on the shadow I cast upon the cobblestones. I was the...

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