The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

"Stop scratching the floor," the Warden said, his voice thin and reedy as if he were speaking through a long, hollow tube. "The walls have ears here, girl. Or rather, they have eyes. And they are not kind." I did not stop. My nails, broken and yellowed, scraped against the cold stone of the dungeon cell. The sound was rhythmic, a dull *thud-thud-scrape* that matched the beating of my heart in...

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