The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone. It was a scent that did not belong. The air was thick, heavy with the steam of the industrial age, yet it crackled with a static that made the hair on your arms stand upright. You sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, a place reserved for those who were expected to be invisible. Your name was Elias, though you had not spoken it...

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