The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The iron bars of the cage are cold against your ribs, a sensation that seeps into your marrow and settles there, heavy as wet stone. You are in the center of the Grand Hall of the Dominion, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Above you, the vaulted ceiling is a web of copper wires, humming with a low, vibrating thrum that you feel in your teeth. You are not a prisoner, not...

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