The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The stone was cold. You knew the texture of it. You had measured it, weighed it, and polished it for the crown. You were a merchant of secrets. You sold silence. You sold the heavy, velvet dark that covered the eyes of the dead. But today the court was not interested in death. The King wanted to live. Or rather, he wanted to be immortal. He sat on the high seat. The throne was made of obsidian....

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