The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fog in the valley of St. Jude did not behave like weather. It had weight, a cold, viscous gravity that pressed against the breastplate and turned the air into something thick as old wool. I stood alone at the edge of the blackberry thicket, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, listening to the silence that followed the breaking of the dawn. For three days, I had been searching for the...

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