The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The sword hit the shield with a ring that split the air. Dust rose. The sun burned. Thomas wiped his brow. He was tired. The castle loomed behind him. It was old. It was stone. It was his. Or rather, it belonged to the Crown. He was only the steward. He held the key. That was his role. He was a man of paper and locks. Not a man of steel. Yet here he stood. In the mud. In the fight. "Yield,"...

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