The Faded Paradox
The sky over the valley of Aethelgard did not break; it peeled. It came away in sheets of bruised purple and gold, revealing not the stars beneath, but a void of absolute, humming silence. Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of his observatory, the stone railing cold and rough beneath his fingers, watching the world unravel. He was a man of few words and many observations, a keeper of the...
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