The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The air in the Great Hall smelled of stale wax and old blood, a scent that had settled into the very stone of the castle walls over centuries of silence. You stood in the shadows near the dais, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the cold seep through the heavy wool of your tunic. The King, Edward, sat upon the throne, his face a mask of weary authority, while the High Inquisitor,...

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