The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The room is small. The air is thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood. You are standing. Your hands are shaking. You look down at them. They are stained. They are red. You are a soldier. You are a guard. You are the one who holds the door. But the door is locked. The key is in your pocket. You do not use it. You are waiting for the man to die. The man is on the floor. He is old. His face...

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