The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain does not fall. It hangs. You stand at the threshold of the stone keep, the air thick as wet wool. You are the Warden. You are the shield. But the shield is cracked. Your left hand trembles. You press it against your hip, hidden within the folds of your heavy cloak. The cold seeps in. It is a cold that does not come from the wind. It comes from within the bone. "Is it you, Master?" The...

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