The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The carriage waited in the mud. Rain slicked the cobblestones of the courtyard, turning them into black mirrors. Elias stood by the window. He watched the wheels. They were still. He was tired. His bones ached. The ache was old. It lived in his joints. It lived in his soul. He was the Warden. He had been for twenty years. Now he was to leave. Or so he was told. The door opened. Sir Julian...

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