The Faded Paradox
The muzzle flash blinded me, a stark and violent starburst that burned a hole in the grey morning fog clinging to the cobblestones of Millhaven. My hands shook, not from the recoil, but from the sudden, terrifying realization that the silhouette I had just fired at was not the shadow I had expected. It was not a monster. It was not the thing that had been whispering through the static of my...
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