The Faded Paradox
The glass in the Great Hall of the King’s new palace was not merely broken; it was shattered into a geometry that defied reason. I stood in the center of the debris, my boots sinking into the glittering shards, and felt the cold stone of the floor seep through my soles. For three days, I had been searching for the flaw. As the master glazier, I had sworn to the Crown that the window was...
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