The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The soup was thick. It clung to the spoon like a secret. "More?" asked the boy. Elias did not answer. He sat at the head of the long oak table, his face a mask of pale, frozen stone. The room was vast. The candles burned low. They hissed in the draft. Elias was the King. Not of a country. Of the House. The boy, Julian, was seven. He held the bowl in both hands. His fingers were stained orange....

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