The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The iron key was cold, a heavy, serrated tongue of metal that tasted of rust and old blood against Elias Thorne’s lips. He held it in his right hand, the knuckles white, the joints swollen with the ache of years spent gripping weapons rather than tools. The air in the Hall of Echoes was thick, viscous, smelling of damp stone and the metallic tang of ozone. It was a place that did not exist on...

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