The Faded Paradox
You stand at the threshold of the gate. The iron is cold. It bites into your palm. Outside, the fog presses against the windowpanes of the keep like a living thing, trying to seep in through the cracks. You are the Warden. You are the wall. You are the silence that holds the screaming back. But tonight, the silence is heavy. It has weight. It has teeth. Captain Aldous stands behind you. His...
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