The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You wake up with the taste of iron on your tongue and the weight of the shield strapped to your back. It is heavy, heavier than memory should be. The air smells of wet stone and old blood, a scent that clings to the back of your throat. You are standing in a courtyard, the sky above a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that do not move. This is the Hall of Echoes. You know this place. You have...

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