The Faded Paradox
The gavel struck the mahogany block with a sound like a bone snapping, and the silence that followed was not an absence of noise but a presence, a thick, suffocating wall that pressed against the eardrums of every soul in the grand chamber. Julian Vane stood at the center of the dais, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the air he was breathing. He was a...
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