The Faded Paradox
The air in the Hall of St. Jude’s Guild was thick with the scent of damp stone and old vellum, a scent that had seeped into the very bones of the building over centuries until it seemed less like a smell and more like a memory, a persistent and cloying reminder of the lives that had been spent within these walls, lives that were now nothing more than ink on parchment and dust on the floor, yet...
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