The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You wake with the taste of iron and wet moss in your mouth, the dream still clinging to you like a damp sheet. In the dream, you are holding a sphere of obsidian, smooth and cold, and inside it swirls a storm of white fire. You know, with the absolute certainty of sleep, that the sphere is your heart. You know that it is cracking. You know that the person standing over you, the one who brought...

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