The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain on the cobblestones of New Albion did not fall; it hung, a grey, suspended veil that smelled of wet iron and old smoke, the kind of damp that seeps into the marrow and refuses to leave. You stand at the edge of the Platform Nine departure gate, your uniform pressed into a shape that no longer fits the hollowed geometry of your body, the brass buttons tarnished by the humidity of this...

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