The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Royal Plaza into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the jagged teeth of the palace windows and the hunched, silent figures of the guards who stood like statues carved from wet slate, their armor dull and pitted by the relentless, acidic damp of the season, and in the center of this...
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