The Faded Paradox
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, black mirror that reflected the jagged teeth of the surrounding architecture. You stood in the archway of the Old Assize, a building that had once held the court records of a county that no longer existed, now repurposed as the administrative hub for the new, centralized Inquisition of Internal...
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