The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the watchtower, a sound that had long since ceased to be noise and had become the pulse of my own blood. I stood by the narrow window, my hand resting on the cold stone, feeling the vibration of the storm in my bones. Below, the valley was a smear of grey mist, swallowing the river and the...

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