The Faded Paradox
The tower stood like a tooth in the jaw of the mountain. It was stone. It was cold. It was ours. I was the Keeper. That was the title. It was not a rank. It was a curse. My name was Elias. I had held the post for forty years. I had watched the light change. I had watched the stars wheel. I had watched Margaret fade. She was not a ghost. Ghosts are light. They are air. Margaret was heavy. She...
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