The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

In the dream, the air tastes of iron and rotting apples, a thick, coppery film that coats the back of your throat and refuses to be swallowed. You are standing in the vast, vaulted hall of the King’s Court, the stone floor cold beneath your bare feet, and the silence is so absolute it rings in your ears like a struck bell. This is the court of your memory, or perhaps the court of your madness,...

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