The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a fine, silver mist that tasted of ozone and old copper. We stood on the edge of the Shifting Verge, a place that existed only when the mind was tired enough to let go of the map. I adjusted the strap of my rifle, a heavy, iron thing that felt less like a weapon and more like a limb I had grown over the last six months. Beside me, Elias leaned against...

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