The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The tower fell. Not with a crash, but with a sigh. Dust billowed out from the cracks in the stone. It coated my tongue. I tasted grit. I tasted time. I am the keeper. I have always been the keeper. The walls are my skin. The stones are my bones. When the mortar crumbled, I felt the pain in my own joints. It was a sharp, hot ache. I tried to hold it together. I pressed my back against the north...

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