The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wool of the cloak was thick, woven from the shears of highland sheep, and it had smelled of your father’s pipe tobacco for twenty years. Now it smelled only of damp stone and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. You pulled it tighter around your shoulders as the mist rolled in from the fen, erasing the path behind you. You were a scholar of history, a man of books and dusty archives, but...

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