The Faded Paradox
The feast was a hemorrhage of light and noise, a chaotic tapestry woven from the raw nerves of the town, where the air grew thick with the scent of roasted boar and the metallic tang of blood that seemed to seep from the very stones of the keep, a place where the boundary between the living and the remembered had long since dissolved into a grey, humming mist that clung to the skin like a...
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