The Faded Paradox
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the city into a watery smear of indistinguishable shapes, and I stood in the center of the great hall, my hands trembling not from cold but from the terrifying, electric hum of the resonance device strapped to my forearms, a device that was supposed to be a tool of preservation but had become, in...
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