The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Aethelgard like a shroud, heavy and grey, washing the dust of the road into the gutters where the rats waited. I walked with my hands clasped behind my back, the leather of my gauntlets creaking softly against the chill air, feeling the weight of the city pressing down upon my shoulders. It was not a modern city, nor did it aspire to be; it was a place of...

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