The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The hall smelled of roasting boar and wet wool. The air was thick. It hung low. It pressed against the skin. Outside, the rain hammered the stone. Inside, the fire roared. It ate the darkness. It left only shadows. Shadows that danced. Shadows that lied. Elara stood at the edge. She held the bird. It was small. A wren. Its feathers were blue. Not blue like the sky. Blue like bruises. Blue like...

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