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 manor, a sound that seemed to seep into the marrow of the bones, cold and persistent. I stood by the heavy oak door, my hand resting on the iron latch, feeling the vibration of the storm through the wood. Inside, the hall was dark, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth. My brother,...

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