The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall. It hung. Silas woke to the weight of it. A grey veil, thick as wool, pressed against the single window of the tower. He sat up. His bones clicked. The air in the chamber was stale, recycled through lungs that were not his own, or perhaps they were, but they had breathed too many years of dust and silence. He was the Warden. Or so the ledger said. The ledger was a thick...

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